Turning up in a hood where everyone is having lows, I fold my hands away from those playing their cards in a certain way. Hanging out with those at the corner will keep you cornered and you won’t even know it throughout Night and Day!
Yea, Burning through a joint while sipping a cup full of rum, Sounds fun! But, Nowadays, There’s no one to baby me after getting pitch-black Drunk, On a floor where I dance with my demons…
With every time reality hit me over the head when looking to flow, I figured out why we really call it a “club!” Walking around dazed while blazed by smoke, Creating a shade most fade behind so, Long as they wave and wave on rocks! Floating away to a silent death… A death I’ve already been reborn from by, Putting the party my demons have thrown to rest…
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