felt like getting hit by an ice truck
lying in the ditch slowly dieing
the other driver in the middle of the road crying
back broke
and whining
I'm a junk yard junky gunna die round the bend
from where I fell twenty five years before
A white car filled
skids
Two niggers, a bald little French man
and a big fucken Indian swing'n a bat
Don't come at me with that
I'll stop you in your tracks
it was your home boy that
hit me dead on
head on
1 comment:
It's still not your time brother. jd
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