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Steak not Acetate
Working in another Homegirl
Working on orders Homegirl
Over the Border Homegirl
Over the Parchuka Essa
In the twilight
I love whos staring back at my eyes
And back in my life
On my back pages
I was thinking I was going
Through phases
Everything thing that aint a
Proper noun now
Everything is people and places
A comprehensive collection
Of th collect awareness
I was there when, and then it wasn’t
So important
I was on her jock then
And we went to hit send
And we argued all about it.
Young throwed trigger shoots
Crack dealers wearing suites
Crack addicts in combat boots
See if you know whats got into you
See if you know why it used
To be so much better
So to every letter and every bomb
Blew up when were calm thats true.
5150 salute
5150 dues
Over……the top
I said Over….the finances
Over…all the crying baby
Over…dying baby
Over…. 5150 gravy
Under……the pressure
Under….. the tow
under…. The table
under ….. Throw in the fable
Under……stood her nature
Beside….we so wreckless lately
beside ….we have so many babys
Beside…its not that heavy baby
Beside the pool, we lay all day baby
To Whom it may concern
Who ever it may be
Whatever happens, we ready
Where it takes us andretti
When the levy breaks and hits accellerate
When the real separates from the fake
Baby we eat steak not acetate
Copyright ©
Travis Wilson
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