When I Leave
The radio blasts Johnny Cash
as I leave
I step on my cigarette ash.
I got a lot on my mind
I'm looking for love that I'll never find, in this town.
Let the Illuminati
take my body
to the ground.
All my songs have the same old sound.
The police are trying to hunt me down
with bloodhounds.
I'm a fugitive
should I let you in
are you MC Ren?
or just my best friend?
I don't know
you won't show
your face
I gotta get out of this place
it won't grow
I gotta get a taste
of this pain
before I go insane.
Break a pencil
I'm sitting in this temple
look it's simple.
Give me a chance
I'm not kidding
this isn't some stupid dance.
Can I stay at your place?
I can't show my face.
I still love you
will never shove you
always will stay above you.
Always gonna burn
now I'm hurt
a couple of cuts
some gravel in my guts
always grabbing my nutts.
Love the way you lie,
cry,
try to make me real
all this anger I feel
I'm scared of death
but, that's the only thing left.
We don't die
we multiply.
So don't cry
when I leave
if you must
blow your nose in your sleeve
like a shirt
you gotta weave
just breathe in
like the hearts of lonely men
Life of sin
the last bottle of gin.
I gotta set up a plot
so I won't get shot
on this ground
where I rot
that's time I don't got.
I'll just start runnin'
when I hear em' gunnin'.
I don't wanna go back to jail
and burn in hell
sitting in that cell.
I'm glad I woke up to a smile
in my bedroom
before I blew up cocaine
in my living room
grab that broom
before we meet our doom.
It's getting near dawn
the game is on
now I'm gone.
Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2016
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