old xanga entry – 7/25/05

the sounds of laughter is really crying, echoing.
moving on from the past and let going.
sleeping songs wide awake and unknowing.
wake up in the night with sweat flowing.
humid and hot is the air blowing.
the bump in my heart is still growing.
based on a true story is now showing.
what you speak is not always what you be knowing.
mines left unblasted for the future destruction of bastards.
never a straight answer for the question that i asked her.
the lessons of life i have yet to master.
show the true skintone never hidden like a masked whore.
end up on the wrong side like the last four.
never ask twice when the poor got to ask more.
get your back straight you laying on the wood floor.
half eye still see all and more.

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