Four O'clock, incessant patters
from the rain batter
the drains main vein. Doesn't matter
I'm on my way to start another chapter
pastor I pray
the Greyhound makes it okay
'cause there I wait at five forty eight
Just for a taste of her face
she'll only stay for four days
but anyways as I start
to worry my heart wondering
wherefore she art? the bus car
turns hard and parks, sparks
up my heart I stare and watch
and I thought I saw
her soft and flawless shot
It's almost Eight O'clock
and as our eyes meet
for the first time it seems
sweetie finds me and reminds me
why I hurt when she tried to leave
rewind me, and listen
to my intentions of getting with
my delicious, promiscuous
misses that I've been missing
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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:
there was just something heroic about the whole ordeal. maybe it was just really romantic. Im sure the waitress at Ihop is still smiling....I mean, how could it take 20 minutes to order a bowl of fruit?
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