Rails
I've been riding on rails fat laid
ready to toot
I got a blood shot eyes and a bag in my boot
I'm in hot pursuit of a prostitute
Well there I come I hear the bell's
I've been stretching some skin the either smell''s
I'm so high I cant come down
Got my head in the clouds, and my feet on the
Ground
on a desolate road lost in my head
I'm hell bound and I'm almost dead .
I feel like the book that never get's read
but you'll read this , I'll be on your lips
like a Judas kiss
live down this
you got what you got and that's all you get
I'd bust your head bit it's full of ----
I'm the wickedness that you read of
I'm the devil cast down from up above
for a twisted little thing ,and you want love
get on your knee's to the God above
you begged for that , but you got this
now your on my lips , I'm Satans kiss
live through this.
James...................................
P.S. October 3rd 2011 will be 13 years off Meth
Copyright © James Stevenson | Year Posted 2011
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