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deep in thought

Submitted:Dec 2, 2010    Reads: 48    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Trying to get these marijuana memories out of my head,

I want you in my bed,

but the demons inside keep fighting alive.

these people think I am crazy,

and I am really lazy,

I don't like whores,

but I guess we all like to score.

drugs all around,

trying not to make a scene,

this crib is the hottest in town,

trying not to be a drug feene.

you are really scared,

hold on tight,

disrespect me? don't you dare,

you lost the fight.

this was not a test. you have been put to rest.

but don't walk away,

we have you hostage,

listen to what I say,

life is like a collage.

get out of here right now,

there is tension,


give me all of your attention.

intensions lost,

extreme and terrifying,

this is your cost,

stare and start identifying.

come in,

hand over your bottles,


full throttle.


evil is out there,

so watch out there young one you are fragile,

you are so naive that you don't even care,



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