It's been awhile since I've dropped
some truth in this booth.
I've been flip flopping between
hopping up on schemes or popping out
on dreams.
My car gleams as I hit the streets, bass up,
glasses on, cranking to a Dre song.
I can barely bite my tongue with my teeth
to keep my feelings deep.
My amigo's girl is slowly becoming my world
and truth be told I don't mind but I feel I'm
in a hole with the hands of my friend
waiting to strangle me lifeless,
but his woman is priceless.
I can't fight this, and I feel like a cheat
losing pals like water from a can that sprung a leak.
Wetting down the ground around my feet making mud,
trapping me morally like an ethical
rut
oh
****
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC
It's been awhile since I've dropped
some truth in this booth.
I've been flip flopping between
hopping up on schemes or popping out
on dreams.
My car gleams as I hit the streets, bass up,
glasses on, cranking to a Dre song.
I can barely bite my tongue with my teeth
to keep my feelings deep.
My amigo's girl is slowly becoming my world
and truth be told I don't mind but I feel I'm
in a hole with the hands of my friend
waiting to strangle me lifeless,
but his woman is priceless.
I can't fight this, and I feel like a cheat
losing pals like water from a can that sprung a leak.
Wetting down the ground around my feet making mud,
trapping me morally like an ethical
rut
oh
****
© Daniel Magner 2013
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