druggers dealin
thievers wheelin
no one feelin
it just another day
money grubbin
bangers drubbin
killers rubbin
can’t turn my head away
stars is skyin
skin be vyin
eyes aint lyin
they just a tired cliche
body slowin
days be goin
we be knowin
dem bones they will decay
songs we singin
ink we slingin
life we bringin
tomorrow on its way
can’t stop movin
still be provin
always groovin
it just another day
copyright 2016, joseph e bird
September 1, 2016 at 9:15 am
“There’ll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty, before that last revolving year is through. ” HB, Joe Bird.
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September 1, 2016 at 9:24 am
Thanks, latn75.
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