Something inside tells me
That something out there forgot me
She stood there holding an envelope
In her hand, handing me something
I did not understand
It felt like I was dreaming
Tossing and turning
All through the night
Under the weather
All sick inside
Something was dulling my shine
Holding 2 keys to something
I did not find somebody tell me
Is it me or am I lying
Turning over piles of memories
Talking it over a coke and a hint of
Hennessey
Blinded by so many things
I did not see
Without the scars
I can’t prove the pain
They think I just believe anything
Packing up what don’t mean a thing to me
Driven past insanity back to sane again
6515 South Arlington Drive
Outside of the window I stand
Brick in hand if you knew my story
You too would understand
The Immortal Wize
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mrmelody7 says: Reading your work is like watching Sugar Ray Leonard box, those rapid flurry of jabs step back and commence again top notch as always |
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mlowe5 says: I hear you Wiz. I hear you loud and clear! Peace and Love. |
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