Ratknot

Z

We toil this soil naked, And these things decided they would stay, Dragging its knees on my floors. Splinter after splinter this lust never withered. Sticking our necks out day after day; There must be another way. Well it’s that time again; when it’s a hard swallow. So in this we must wallow.

Life

Bama boys in Florida

Holidays always come and always go

Maybe one day

Had to be there

Birmingham Trash

Sometimes I’m Still climbing those pine trees in the front yard. Now things are getting more and more sticky; But some nights are still, like this hill I’d die on. These fingers sticking to the pages of my life. It was much more rife with slow back then.

Felt so high back then; how come I can’t rise up to that anymore(?) This smokes’ got me but it’s no good for me. Hart circle had its way with me and now my backs’ always sore. And I don’t want anything to do with you, right down to the core. Just can’t seem to figure out how to leave this floor.

Sometime. Somewhere.

Helped

The things I do for you