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 ******** 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
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