Fox Hole

by Forris Watkins   Jan 7, 2011


I lie here and begin to dream, nothing neva really is

da way dat it seem.. My eyes on low beam, but I

clearly focus.. My emotions they sho thru, I look

clearly sicc, my heart hurt to da maxx wit every

second dat ticc, my cuzinboo she thicc but I guess I'm

not ryte, our relationship dark in a tunnel wit no lyte..

I really wana cry cus I'm no longer fly, I wish my

aircraft would burn so dat I could dye.. I'll remove me

and stay to myself, I'll get wasted everyday til I have

no health....

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