URBAN TIME MACHINE (BACK TO THE PAST)

by killedsparatik   Oct 7, 2005


Pa doww !!!!
i hit you like a scripture from the old ass testament
make you believe in the path that your going
not the paths that you went

ka poww!!!! walkin on the streets
makes for hot feets
hot soles set ablaze
the players drilling on buckets
with sticks for cool beats
on hot days

your throat is open with loud silence
gushing (from within)
a shade tree is no place for a preacher to be pushing (life without sin)
a walk down the road the neiborhood is bad
but you keep trudging and going
to get back to what you had

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