Feeling Fresh like Tide,
Although how could somebody depress my stride?
Never really did church, never broke a mirror, why do I feel so cursed?
Life has a story, living in the glory; my preference is what have you done for me?
Chasing the girls that always ignored me, the ones they adored wound up on Maury.
Equipped with the brigade of information to succeed, keep my heart in my pocket like a packet full of sunflower seeds.
Breathe, Breath, Why can’t I see?
The yogi bearer of bad news standing next to me
Stuck in the front of the future, back of the class
Staring at the future supermodel’s crack in her ass?
Perhaps that’s why I would be last to pass…
But first in the line for the free self-esteem knowing damn well I'm feeling so fine.
I'm, sky-diving under the ocean,
Flying cows delivering all the bull-shit
My notion,
Stars, Cars, and Mars.
Try and Shoot Me Down.
If they murdered the clowns, the frowns would come around like a merry goes but the dreams of a king are under a spell following where the ferry goes… There He goes…. Imagination.
- Farri$ Rockz
ARTWORK BY MALACHI CAMERON
1 comments:
this is nice ; kinda sad but true .
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