Hello today
it's not quite tommorow
goodbye yesterday
goodbye sorrows
I'll leave the pain
that makes my heart hollow
I'm looking for a dame
that digs my bravado
ten missed calls
from a Texan doll
I feel cold is all
in these tin walls
See me on these
yellow brick streets
winding underneath
the shadow of defeat
my feet beat
through dark green streams
as I meet disease
and creeps without teeth
leave my past
it seems I'm damned
to dream of peace
in the heart of this tin man
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In an attempt to add flavor to his hyphy existence, Sid writes his blog in the form of a 24 bar rap verse. 1 bar for each hour of the day! the blog is updated daily!
1 comment:
babe this is so sad and lonely. reminds me of dark alleys and the pungent smell of trash.
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