Well...
This is just introspection at a moment in time at Nassau County.
The bus riding
the phone sliding
wish i could take the N49
and let karma hit me
just to hear more babies
crying with their heads lying
on mom’s chest with more pressure applying
tomorrow will be a long night and…..
rush hour is back
short shorts in shorties
summer mentality in a man’s mind
in their forties and beyond
the forever young,
when you’ll be able to live
for a million years
or that was how i would hear it
my acne is disappearing
don’t come back because you are
breaking my spirit like that ‘78 electro song
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Kris Janvier
I'm a student of life. The more i know, the more i don't know....
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