She gave me that funky vibe,
left over from her dysfunctional tribe.
You see that's how things are done,
when you are not the only one.
But I come from a different place,
Mama would just slap my face,
So how are we to coexist,
both checking off a different list?
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 1:39 AM UTC
She gave me that funky vibe,
left over from her dysfunctional tribe.
You see that's how things are done,
when you are not the only one.
But I come from a different place,
Mama would just slap my face,
So how are we to coexist,
both checking off a different list?
Harrogate, TN May 2013
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