lately we haven’t spoke..
so our heads aren’t connected..
not saying i’m disconnected...
you’ve been on the move..
im on the “something” to prove..
doing more staying in then playing...
step out...i hear the same old song..
and that shit is played out..
next day wonder why i even stayed out..
don’t want to think about why me and so and so made out..
rather paint the wall...
then paint the town red...
pulse racing..
been flirting with death..
the love affair has been intense...
i pray that bitch don’t try to fuck me..
hanging off buildings with no ropes..
“i’m just saying baby”
you can only get so lucky... for so long..
is this where the connection comes in?
how long since last contact?
sending up signals...
are they smoke filled?..
cream filled?
hot air.. from a hot head..
the edge is always so close..
the ledge is always so close..
don’t lose focus..
the sights tend to change..
still we must press on..
in dirty clothes..(JV)
