Kinda weird hafta do it wrong


you think you're great
all i can say is your name

cuz that's all you are


your name


where you stand
looking after your feets

you stay closer and closer
underground


your underground;

is my grind

fuck you if you try to come bye
you can eat my breakfast
you can tell them how good it was
you can think about the rain last week
was it wet or was it dry?
i can take you down

i can show you my grind
with a new par of shoes

cuz that's all you are





Poetry by woodhood
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Written on 2008-12-29 at 16:01

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