Soul - "It wasn't me, It was the gangstarap & peppermintschnaps"
I don't know about the title. The line kinda popped up when I realized I didn't have a title for this piece.
enjoy.
"If I only had words like Dice Raw I'd muster the curage
to tell you not to believe what your eyes saw
I know the night is shining on us and I know what you're thinking
but I'm not a knight in shining armour atop a white horse
rescuing cinderellas shacked up with a couple of nice dwarfs
no, my lost boys are of a different child lore
but she believes that fantasy right or... wrong
and that innocence is so beautiful she might lure me out of my fort
I tell her my walls are built of something stronger than drywall
but she just smiles that silly smile and says she'll have to try more
can't help but to consider that heart on her sleeve and eye sore
still, despite the alleged flaws she's the only one I have eyes for
eyes sore, squinting down a proverbial tunnel in search of a lightsource
saw enemies in the shadows and found it weird with nothing to fight for
I was just caught in gangsterisms and needing something to die for
what it was was inner crucial conflicts and stylewars
why don't I see the same worth in something to stay alive for?
Instead we drink the blood of latin kings and vicelords
urging us to ride politely opening the sidedoor and now I'm in the
drivers seat without a license and destination to drive towards
figuring I'd stumble upon my own path by nightfall
maybe I never found it cus I kept stumbling alongside yours
my vertighosts keep me on my high horse... cus when your a kid
you never thought being the man of steel meant becoming a cyborg"
Don't be a stranger.
one.
life is still a bitch....
but sometimes to unwind she lets me feel her tits.
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