Fist down, body in blood
Cargos dangling in street mud
You saw me there in 1995
Colt 45 ounce made me alive
Lucky its not me today
Horny chasing her away
Driving home with pregnant one
Party my teens, 38 now I'm done
Sit up and listen hun
You never are really fun
Now put down that gun
I forgot you; let that stun
I'm alone though. No one
Leaking soul weighs a ton
Grab us. Reach for me above
Rewrite our gravity to love
Aging memories portend death
Let me lick you like homeless meth
Forget it all upon each stroke
Lusting for a leather rope
8 pm July hotels deep south
Left it at center of the soul's earth
Scarcity time is what matters
All just words up heaven's ladders
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