Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Circulate like a Sunday paper...

Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me you eardrums
it was a beautiful day off in the neighborhood
Yellows and greens and blues and browns
and greys and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated wood
Ain't a thing could explain but what pertains
to cocaine & sustaining rain
See summer roll around niggas all about change
then they steady move them keys like bob james
Coz old man winter's arrived
the temperature dives
November just died
December's alive
thus it ain't no typical ride
just individuals way to bring home the bacon when bacon was all gone
making it our own taking me all wrong
We've all indulged in the bulge of those no-nos
no you ain't solo, there's even lower levels you can go
take sun people put them in Atlanta snow
~Dre 3 stacks

1 comment:

john said...

I think you did a great job writing this...
plastic glasses