Hitchhiking On A Cool Breeze Poem by Byron Cornell Ford II

Left for a second
back for ya blessings

tell me ya mean it
always conveenyant

if no one esle needs it
ill find use

dreams running from me
ill find you

a mind expanding with times advantage

sittin in the street with the freaks and the damaged

said i cant stand it
so i sat down

conversation with an atheist
who wont back down

god bring me home
sick of this hellish roam

stuck in the matrix
cant find a telephone

tell me kelly
why do you cry?

an a-busive ar-tist
fingerpainted her eyes

she dont wanna leave and
i cant stay

reasons well known but
i wont say

just know if i could
i still wouldnt love you

give cupid my reciept
chest full of troubles

heading back to the avenues
roaring gotta grab sum food

old man gray hat
didnt even wave back

joint point long as my attention span

pretty girl city girl
asks my plans

trust me baby ima deadly man

lost in this world but its
better then the sand

no disrespect id shake every single hand

not 4 me tho
diff-rent gene flows

ran outta bogies
poem got lonely