Singing With a Fashion...
It's a left at the gas station where the body bags were being piled up.
Then an immediate right behind the home style cooking restaurant where the lady was shot.
Pass the abortion clinic on your right.
Continue past the abandoned psych ward to your left.
Then,
When you see the church the size of a mall,
My corner is across the street.
His words were such inspiration
Handed to me on a double-bladed tongue.
It brought the sense of what I was before I let myself be changed.
From left brain to the drug game
Those times were all stepping stones that buried me under the hole
The demons from my past keep sending me the love they have for me
These things, they relate to demons
They relate to my demons
They are my demons
I wish someone knew what I was saying
I wish someone wanted to watch the storm with me
I wish I was not the only one
(that's three, it's over)
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