Dance to the little drum beats.
Skipping through city streets in **** boy cleets.
Dancing like its no little feat.
Crawling through allways filled with weapers
I find myself at the top. I might be one of the leapers
Dancing on skyline roofs in my freshman hoofs.
I don't have enough proof.
Just this wide blue roof
Falling upwards with a passion
Black bag blankets and broken tracking anklets
Desperate situations call for unecasarry fixations
Ive spent to long wrapping myself in ellation
To notice the devastation beneath me.
I see it now
As I fall
So slowly towards the sky
So I took a walk through my city. It's amazing what you feel when you feel like nothing at all
— The End —