"It's only two places you'll end up - either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go......."
We interrogated each other, i walked with him like a real ho. Theres no place to hide beneath red dream skies. He handed me the money too early i guess he didn't know where i came from or how many hustlers taught me to run, he looked away two seconds, i was gone in three.
ran like joan of arc and i won this war with this trick. He thought his eyes would make me want to fuck. His questions made me want to bleed in his lame city studio with the expensive equipment everywhere. I still got bruises, freakshow. $5.50 to photograph them. $300 to make your own mark. and you all think you're doing something so signifigant, tomorrow its gone, we'll all be corpse in the rain, and fuck it i'm motherfucking robinhood.
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I thought he'd be locked in an institution somewhere sweating out all of his poisons and maybe having revelations, but i know thats not how it is, and i know how much heroin can suck you in and paralyze your soul, i tried to make him sing again, laugh again, hurt again. But he's still there, sleeping on a streetcorner and dying. I don't know what to tell them. Yeah it fucking hurts, yeah you might want to shoot yourself in the head, but its worth it in the end, My eyes tell stories of my years long struggle with that paticular demon, but until i see the rest of the world healed, the struggle goes on.......
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Lil
Still nowhere to go......."
We interrogated each other, i walked with him like a real ho. Theres no place to hide beneath red dream skies. He handed me the money too early i guess he didn't know where i came from or how many hustlers taught me to run, he looked away two seconds, i was gone in three.
ran like joan of arc and i won this war with this trick. He thought his eyes would make me want to fuck. His questions made me want to bleed in his lame city studio with the expensive equipment everywhere. I still got bruises, freakshow. $5.50 to photograph them. $300 to make your own mark. and you all think you're doing something so signifigant, tomorrow its gone, we'll all be corpse in the rain, and fuck it i'm motherfucking robinhood.
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I thought he'd be locked in an institution somewhere sweating out all of his poisons and maybe having revelations, but i know thats not how it is, and i know how much heroin can suck you in and paralyze your soul, i tried to make him sing again, laugh again, hurt again. But he's still there, sleeping on a streetcorner and dying. I don't know what to tell them. Yeah it fucking hurts, yeah you might want to shoot yourself in the head, but its worth it in the end, My eyes tell stories of my years long struggle with that paticular demon, but until i see the rest of the world healed, the struggle goes on.......
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Lil
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4nik8:
Something inside me came to a skreeching halt my vision swam in my eyes, you are me only with tits and alot better looking. Nothing could make me want to take that money back, nothing. it was yours and watching your ass as you ran was worth every penny. Next time.
nobodaddy:
Je t'aime.