My Dying Days
i wish they were here
i don't mean to speak blasphemy
but the truth is
i got nothing to live for
except my talent
my money is gone
plus my friends are too busy to listen
to a man who used to run beer through their throats
and then they would sing, together
Copyright © Emmanuel Balele | Year Posted 2005
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