Cycle of Foolishness Continues
every year these streets get hotter and more cats burn
in and out of the beast belly taking turns
too many stories on lost potential
all they know is iced grill, steel,and street credentials
I not a hypocrite I'm well aware of what I did
walking that fine line between a man and a kid
I stayed drunk on the regular day in and day out
back when Private Stock use to make the 64 oz
I was clueless my ruthlessness getting me by
only plan for the day was get highs and survive
I was so young and restless
reminiscence on my first stick, first time I took some bodies necklace
Copyright © Michael White | Year Posted 2007
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