we all have some words to say
this may take a while
I’m drinking on a curb,
listening to
Miles Davis,
and I get to fuck my lady every time she comesdown.
4 or 5 times a day.
Fuckin’.
Hands on her tits.
Nasty.
I’m here on a handshake
and it’s hella drama
I’m tryin to just fuck.
now I’m late to the fucking show
she seems a lil Indian
kinda native ya know
she fucks me like a beast, and puts it on the turntable.
I’m hard to please on a half washed car
Beat to shit is how I ride.
an uneducated fucked out peep show on white drugs and bad karma.
I’m not pissed at all, but I may be tomorrow.
Hell Hath No Fury.
the only thing that matters, is matter itself.
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