All This
It's gotta be like this. All this.
It's gotta be how we all go down, go round
Ghost town, this crown, this dream
Imma just blow off some steam
This dream, is steam, this life I redeemed
Get down, throwdown, showdown
Some way, some how, we're just lost not found
The way we look and straight up not see, how we live not breathe
These problems, our life
I can't help but be petrified, be electrified
My words, they scream, comprehend, decipher understand
What we all don't see, believe, upheaval downpour
Delay the rise, soar into the sky, to the top
Our time to chaos, to nothing, this zero clock no stop
It all goes down like this, dismissed
Goes round like this, all this
Just this, all this.
And the wind brought Clive @ 11:07 AM
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Thursday, November 12, 2009 |
