I remember in December. It was a cold day the wind blew my face off. My socks stayed on tight but not for long. I went inside to escape the cold. Looked in the mirror my face is getting old. Wrinkles over lapping all the scars from my past, looking back at memories how long will this last. It’s like a time bomb on my chest, and a bullet through my brain, makes me feel better just to take away the pain. What’s that saying? Start in first finish in last. Forget even placing while I’m racing I always crash. So looking at the snow on the ground, as the snowflakes are bound, for their destiny to always hit the ground, just like myself. My knees buckle down, I’m always falling down. Next time I see the world I’m going to tell it what I really think of it. I’m going to run my mouth like lip service. Take the world by the horns, every rose has its thorn, it’s not important but it’s information at its finest. Words are hard to come by when typing on the spot. I think I’m so cool, but these lyrics are too hot. Drop it like it’s hot. Catch it like it’s not, I throw the whole world into a frenzy every time that I’m not. This isn’t a song I don’t even know what it is. All I know is it kind of rhymes, so please don’t diss. I hope these ten minutes are up soon. Welcome to the matrix, look at the truth there’s no spoon. Bend it with your mind; you’ll be surprised at what you find in the grind, of a traffic jam kicking in the back of your pantry. Spread it on bread; don’t let your head keep expanding till you’re dead. It’s going to blow up, like a volcano, a rhino on a rampage, laying tracks down on vinyl. And that’s final.
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