gurls stand on street
corners with exotic dreams
of gucci enlarging in their
thoughts and attached to
the hollow of their brains...
i try to maintain reason
in a world that has a haze
around its ability to think.....
as we slowly sink into fallicy
and blind fantasy that
every thing "is just okay..."
we stumble through
street for prostitutes
for just a roll in the hay...
and stay crazed
in a mouse maze
to The Middle Of Nowhere Land
our minds are constipated
intigating wicked rhymes
of ghettos and
"im a pimp" and
"ima bust u in the lip?"
to be continued.....
corners with exotic dreams
of gucci enlarging in their
thoughts and attached to
the hollow of their brains...
i try to maintain reason
in a world that has a haze
around its ability to think.....
as we slowly sink into fallicy
and blind fantasy that
every thing "is just okay..."
we stumble through
street for prostitutes
for just a roll in the hay...
and stay crazed
in a mouse maze
to The Middle Of Nowhere Land
our minds are constipated
intigating wicked rhymes
of ghettos and
"im a pimp" and
"ima bust u in the lip?"
to be continued.....