The Diary
open...open...open your doors & swing
doing your thing
wrote some things down in my locket don't you forget it
shooting dope in the hallway
things are going your way
drifting ever closer to the New York mile
open...open magic potion
got music to beats inside my head
it's the walking dead
hip hop...hip hop...make ginger pop
the surface of the moon move to soon
got a pen in my pocket
write some things down in my diary
all of life believe me is a great mystery
Surfing the web what's going on inside my head
come back come back...come back,
working so hard can give you a heart attack
submit to the man up above
nestled in the frail ambiance of his love
it's the click clock
don't stop.. don't stop...keep on with the flow
it's not what you know but who you blow
don't you know skipping rocks at the edge of a beach
try to catch that Frisbee so way out of reach
hands, eyes & teeth
open the diary and take a sneak peak
writing down story's of yesterday past
having so much fun with a hope that it would last
sugar is sweet like nectar on the bone
sweet success in my timeless plight
on fire, on fire, I'm coming home
write down those precious moments we had together
that night at the fair when you shed a tear
precious memories in time so that's the end of this rhyme
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