Forgive me that Im typin up a storm. Alot of feelins that I never knew I had comin up outta nowhere.
Drives down the parkway , 287. Central jersey, before, when i cared about goin back. when i tippy toed back into the dirty ass pool of bitter flavored blood tainted water. when i would do it but hey i didnt want to take the risk again. stayin farther away and givin more of that hard earned green would keep me from goin back to a feen.
Sniffin out the bag as i sit in the back seat at 11pm speedin down some philadelphia highway noddin in sweet bliss. as soon as i hit the off ramp im ready takin out those bags. A poem wrote on the spot by a man named Ham Bone. "thru rain and sun showers, your woman, your flower" he said to my man. Hands flutterin around as he says "Man, i was suckin my own dick off these bags a hour ago. let me finish this patty and ill get you your bags. Need sets?"
And i dont need sets becuz i think , yea i think. well if i dont boot up agian. Somehow I wont get addicted.
Love in this club plays thru my ears. sittin in my homies attic I almost throw up and I say, I took a percocet for my back earlier. it made me sick. Eyes a slit. pupils pin pricked.
I used to nod hard to that song. A hour long trip across state lines. i knew it was closer easier to find. but the distance kept me in check, well I thought at the time.
trance music synthesizers arcin higher and higher, a dream like state while I smile n burn my titties with my cigarette. I think to my self I will only listen to this song while noddin. preserving a time capsule just for me to remember me by. Livin in that perfect world that only the dope feen returning to their one true vice can really appreciate. It welcomed me back with open arms. i knew it was only a mater of time but damn i was gonna enjoy it while it lasted, that perfect freedom within my own mind....
it captured the time perfect. Now it seems like ages later. many blocks many rocks later. handcuffs and drug busts, new spots that I see every day much realer than the hesitating girls travels took her to before. it was supposed to be fun......How far I come. the song washes out. Im drunk and In bed. Wishin for a time long gone.
Drives down the parkway , 287. Central jersey, before, when i cared about goin back. when i tippy toed back into the dirty ass pool of bitter flavored blood tainted water. when i would do it but hey i didnt want to take the risk again. stayin farther away and givin more of that hard earned green would keep me from goin back to a feen.
Sniffin out the bag as i sit in the back seat at 11pm speedin down some philadelphia highway noddin in sweet bliss. as soon as i hit the off ramp im ready takin out those bags. A poem wrote on the spot by a man named Ham Bone. "thru rain and sun showers, your woman, your flower" he said to my man. Hands flutterin around as he says "Man, i was suckin my own dick off these bags a hour ago. let me finish this patty and ill get you your bags. Need sets?"
And i dont need sets becuz i think , yea i think. well if i dont boot up agian. Somehow I wont get addicted.
Love in this club plays thru my ears. sittin in my homies attic I almost throw up and I say, I took a percocet for my back earlier. it made me sick. Eyes a slit. pupils pin pricked.
I used to nod hard to that song. A hour long trip across state lines. i knew it was closer easier to find. but the distance kept me in check, well I thought at the time.
trance music synthesizers arcin higher and higher, a dream like state while I smile n burn my titties with my cigarette. I think to my self I will only listen to this song while noddin. preserving a time capsule just for me to remember me by. Livin in that perfect world that only the dope feen returning to their one true vice can really appreciate. It welcomed me back with open arms. i knew it was only a mater of time but damn i was gonna enjoy it while it lasted, that perfect freedom within my own mind....
it captured the time perfect. Now it seems like ages later. many blocks many rocks later. handcuffs and drug busts, new spots that I see every day much realer than the hesitating girls travels took her to before. it was supposed to be fun......How far I come. the song washes out. Im drunk and In bed. Wishin for a time long gone.