when you lay what do you think of .
the things you could of been
should of been
never really had the guts to be
thoughts of glory
you should succeed
never thought
time would play out like this
never saw the sun go down
aged you old and bitter
with a go to frown
yeah friends are friends.
lifes are one
look around you .
is time standing still
same block same taste grown beard
still in the race
how many decades has it been
since you turned the big one eight
not to be harsh .
but what are the moves
what are the takes?
how mans tricks can this dog take?
putting word together
like a brooklyn poet
wont make you seem
like your life is fastly growing
stick on a cd
post your face on it
call it renewal
or something like what of me?
styles of a famous bee
love his crowd his fame
his fans must it be
your life
ever feel like some your bodys should switch have a dose of
fame reality
something you could never succeed
hopeless
sad
old youll be
in the same block livin to live
only to tell your dream
in you 80s still saying i could of been
nice one ..
we all knew you were never ment to be .
xoxo
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