Inside Needle Cheeks Holes
cheek to cheek
and needle goes in
but i (I'm) in a stupor
so me (I ) give in
my mind is somewhere else
and i (I) can rewind (remember)
as to when you truly hypnotized me
and put me completely out
was it in a car
was it in a bus
was it in a house
or is it just my luck
to be fudge to the point
i will never find the fudge out...
critical mental fear
what happen to our justice system?
p.s. there always a cost to be free
aka:lyricvixen, murder mouse
Copyright © Verlecia Fields | Year Posted 2017
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