justizz
cruisin down the street in the white shady van. couch in the back. goons in the front. hop in. don't ask questions. drive. see the skyscrapers out the back window. where we gonna end up? who fuckin knows.
i'm at the corner right now. waiting for something or someone to come and pick me up to help get me out of this spot. it's cold and weird, and i don't really feel comfortable. just want this to be over at least at the corner i have a choice of where to go, better than a dead end.
woops i thought it was "played" but it's not, don't rhyme with said, thought i forgot. keep on goin with the tick tock. checkers and stripes,try it out if you might. be a little hip, go on and work it a lil bit. ain't no cowboy but i'll rock n roll with this shit
the white dust powder. vanish like smoke, up in the air, don't get it my hair. what. where's the eraser. start over. do it again. make it right. make it better. get back. poof. dusty foot philosopher on the black board of life
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