Mixed Up Shook Up
No expiration
The small measure of a man
Is a thought away
It comes upon us
In the middle of the night
In our unawares
Even when we're told
We don't believe their bullshit
It's a jail in here
Shinola comes soft
& carries a damn big stick
lost is all the truth
Sunday, August 8, 2010
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