ANYN

It must be,

Easy to grab bottle,

When you feeling hollow,

Not for me,

Straight and narrow,

Addiction to it runs through my bone marrow,

Sorrow and sorry and sorrys were all past me ,

Like whip, car and ride are the same thing,

Sadly, They were saddened by things that been happened,

Told don't look through rear view,

Then get rear ended,

And progress ended,

Now their livid or not living,

Incredibly dismissive are those who listen,

Like yeah you listened but you not hear?

The fear? The pain?

Their soul are enchained,

To things they can't change,

Want a full dollar of your time,

Trying to take off,

While you uplift,

The world around you,

Yet you forget,

Their world is anchored,

To what was,

You are what is,

Chasing something new,

I draw when I'm bored..

A Burnt Ends Sandwich from Bogart’s Smokehouse in St. Louis.

Chill out to this Deep House Mix.

Rather be looking up and tripping,

Then look down and unaware,

We part like water particles,

Due to the static everywhere,

Being realistic is code language for " I've given up",

I'm a romantic so I guess that makes me "childish as fuck".

I see it more as I'm tough enough,

To see through the words,

And call the bluffs.

In a world full of hornets and killer beez,

Need something a little humble see,

Making things sweet,

What's with bumble B?

Nothing...