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Feb 2011
I made some money
Spent it on a honey
She threw it in my face
As she ******* the lace

Backed up
Asking nothing
Sorrow is
Regret in the morrow'

Entertain this
Love this
Befriend and
Disgrace this

She walked outta the room
I stood still not feeling the expected doom
I peaked my eyes out the blinds
Yes time was still passing fine

I didn't ask the sky for forgiveness
For dropping me in a wrong'ed place
There was nothing I could do to please this
And yet I still remember the determined face

Generations feel the urge to run
So why don't they do it?, no mind is truly numb
We are the shouts heard if we dare speak it
Or do you think young souls aren't fit as the beatniks?

I've seen alley rat races with men with old wives
Heard stories from ghosts that couldn't get a ride
Tasted meat from a street that had been hit and beat
And smelled ripe leather liquors from aged' police kickers

We are being forgotten by a time that fears time
Fast and quick we will no longer be able to flick a switch
The page will burn like the victims of Vesuvius and the rest
A man and women tested, a bid to break the best
Written by
Mitchell
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