Pass Times

oh there is that phrase what does it mean is it you to whom I refer are you jogging your memory giving it a stir in all fairness to society's webs of bullshit lies pass times are granted to those who choose to have them casual roll in the hay with someone who know or someone you just met all in hopes of saying screw the world....or someone you are trying to forget it is a dance between two people letting go and not caring about the rules that really don't apply don't see the point in having a political mindset when politics STILL and always will hold society back its a liberation of this hierarchy that makes me roll over laughing I am not with anyone yet I am the one who can ease someone's pain... or someone's woes who they are... you will not ever know id wear black because I feel like a shadow waiting to enter a life... where light has blinded every bit of what they used to be and they get a friendly reminder from the likes of me i am for raza... every shade there could ever be history is being repeated... or is it being slowly turned around pass times make it worth hearing the way it sounds when the tables turn