They brought me off the island on a rusted barge, shackled and bound, bag over my head, It wasn't suposed to be like this.
I paid the boatman his 2 damn coins, yet they brought me over blind.
Dirt patina and blood history on my clothes, boots the colour of ash, I came back to the world.
I need a beer.
I paid the boatman his 2 damn coins, yet they brought me over blind.
Dirt patina and blood history on my clothes, boots the colour of ash, I came back to the world.
I need a beer.
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unite105:
thats weird that you used that line, I identified a lot with that character, it was strange. and I really do want to make my way up north at some point. like bad. maybe in the spring or something. or maybe this winter. hmm. we shall see how the next couple months of school play out
unite105:
thas how i rolled tonight, fifth of mr jim beam's fne tenessee bourbon under my belt. it ain't helthy but it feels so right. especially with no lady in sight. HA i'm a goddamn rhyme master