9 O' clock on a night bus i see ppl, wonder why da f'k are their eye numb! I'd like to jot down some rhymes but, my mind's fukt, i'd rather keep travellin these heights of thots i had climbed up. Time wont change tho reminds us, of 'em pricless memories, somethin real that holds you, But it seems like we Sold truth like it was an old shoe. (Soled) We just wana sit by da window n enjoy da night view of da city, cuz we dont wana feel da lonliness of a bus pluss da conducter might ask u for da ticket! Silence speaks thru silent breeze, da mob wants to have a piece. (peace) Violence seems to hide indeed, how cowardly really are a man's beliefs? They run from anythin that'd trouble-them. "Papa, i smoked my 1st drug-today" "Shut up son, am busy protestin against da goverment!" Man, if ur really that blind, get off from that window seat.. It dont need system slaves like da 7 day routine is so weak! (week) Let da girl with da manly thies sit by da window n witness more lives Wasted than her panty size (Waisted) Or maybe da fat kid eatin kurkure, not that he'd bring us some hopes but he can-still-shine if da spicy particles of kurkure stick into da eyes of da grumpy man behind.!
newayz my stop's next hope my hot text Filled u with some hopes like lyrically-pesticide .(Field) Now u'll see my lines stretch cuz my mind's set to sleep as my rhymes stress, feelin SIDELESS as theres nothin left to write. ( left to right) As i step outside, i feel toyed with guilt as a dildo is, watchin another bunch of dullards rush in to grab that window seat!
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