09/17/2015
Music in my veins chorus is my butane fueling the flame of my souls pain reliving the past like it's a good thing eyes start to wonder visions of money I ponder linger on does the soul I'm lost like imma ghost this world's filled with more than lab rats and hoes it's more of a stove that burns at the soles of your shoes when you walk you think but you talk about all the times you thought you wouldn't mind life taking its toll the bridge up now its gone I empty my soul should these words make me whole.