Voice inside my head,
So loud so clear I can smell it!
Money and drugs….what do they mean to me?
What if anything do they matter to us?
Go to me go to you; still think love is the best.
Hurt inside so smooth to the touch.
What would I say to you if I could remember?
If I could control it would ‘it’ matter?
I’m messed up. Thank you for being inside my head.
Just a Rebel without a cause
Is he a Rebel without bones?
What would he lose if everything had to be rebuilt from scratch?
Would he be a Pimp without any women?
A Hustler without any money?
Still going’ stronger,
Still along way to go,
Still more time to spend... and with a plan.
Please read on at your own speed.
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