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David Navarro Poem
Many suns have risen and many moons have gone,
since i last spoke about the G code dawg,
ashes to ashes dust to dust,
should i blow his brains out or disperse his guts,
I hoped that this rage would not consume me,
but now both my nostril holes are fumming,
post traumatic,
my soul is a broken fragment,
as i hold the cannon,
aim shoot then loose the dragon,
and earn myself a murderes medalion,
that i'll have to cash in,
when i ride the back of deaths black stallion,
failure and a has been,
is there any hope for a man that's asking,
just a little help before i come down crashing,
with no seat belt fastened,
don't mean to be laughing,
but i have no more tears to cry,
the best thing for me is to ride to night,
blind men can not find the light,
just one damn stick of dynamite,
at this moment in time my mind ain't right......
Copyright © David Navarro | Year Posted 2011
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