I was walkin down t he street to a funky beat,
feelin real nice feelin real neat.
had a little moeny so i got somin to eat,
sittin alone so i kicked up my feet.
and what do you know another freekazoid,
had a little confidence, and didn't feel void
stood up slow to dust myself off,
not too hard, not too soft.
she was shoppin and it was that all new,
she looked fourteen, i was that plus two,
i was kinda dusty cuz i just finished hittin,
went over too her and she started hesitatin
i tried to ignore and then i kicked my game,
and ever since then i never been the same.
she looked me up and down and checked my speedo,
before i said a word she said I have to go,


Part of a song I can't get enough of...

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As miserable as life may be I hold it pretty precious...

If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I wil write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always, I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.
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