Thrash the Land
*****seems so much better when you push against the wood,
To bring back the rush from the first time you stood.
Like and infectious bug or addictive drug it courses through your blood
And, takes over your body, controls your mind and hands.
Every thought that you have is consumed by thrashing streets.
While your up in the air your problems lay underneath.
Every spot that you make, and every drive your body creates
Bring your feet back here to the tape year after year.
Although I may never be the best and it may never pay the bills
It's the only time in life I can make progress by completely standing still.
Every pop, every flick, every flarey ****ing trick makes me forget.
Forget all the bull*****and hype that's going in my life.
There's no thoughts to think, no emotions left to feel,
Only the comforting numbness of the sound of riding wheels.
Don't complain about your deck, if it rolls then it rides,
And if you feel any different take your poser self inside.
Your board is your pride and that's where you'll reside.
United we stand, skateboarders to thrash the land.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012
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