A whimper can be heard
from the first
up to the third
floor where they stir
sadness the sentence
like a sickness
gripping like glimpses
of lost christmas wishes
and in his dimmest
most hopeless minute
he see's happiness
from nearby apartments
all thats in her arms
is a doll and car
but her happy heart
can be seen in the dark
just moved from mobile park
pa takes a spark to
a carved glass jar
talkin' on the cellular
but there in her kitchen
she's standing there grinning
thankful for what she's given
even though she asked for a kitten
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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!
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