Back ally i see you
my hands are in pocket
smug smile
streets in winter i see you
...
Backwards man in a shack
looking over days gone by
chill winds that blew
through the dwellings rotting timber
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One day we will all die
so lets enjoy it to the full
don't just sit back and eat till your full
get out there
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rotting core of the hollow tree
it twists and creeks
an owl hoots never ending
an icy blast hits the fragile tree
...
the icy winds hits my warm face
i turn around to avoid that icy blast
i push my hands in me pocket just for luck
i rush in shop shaking to the core
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its simple being us
i never new why we work so hard
teach others what we learn
do things that should be done
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walking up the steep path and slipping on the sludge
knee deep in creeping weeds
the old timber house
knock knock on the big old door
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you only have one life
don't go with the program
go with your spirit
lose self control
...
im a dealer
no wheels but i get to the right places
meet the people
people in the right places
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To get lost is to find out who we are
what we are
but in order to do this u have to
go to that place you have never been before
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I hear BANGING of my walls
so i HIT the wall so hard
i turn my back to the wall
i feel vibrations
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I look at my worn, grubby and red hands
I wash them daily
oh y
I work with these hands
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I looked up no stars in the night sky
I looked up no moon in the sky
I kept looking up till I could see one star
star that shines so bright
...
my hand felt the ground
rough and hard
there was a sound
a bee that fell to the ground
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male born in 1990 likes all kinds of foods accept curry i get the flow of poems from thinking outside the box hard worker gets along with people a people's person)
Dealer
Back ally i see you
my hands are in pocket
smug smile
streets in winter i see you
green face of mine
i just want more
u give it to me
i cant get enough
its like a drug to me
when can i say stop
never is the answer i just want more and more