donate to ya boy

Saturday, September 10, 2011

your knees on my knees
im sitting straight up on the top step
your backs on the wall of the stoop
we're sitting enjoying our time with friends
you have a blunt between your fingers and a technicolor bathing suit top on
frenching the smokes from your lips to your nostrel
Im looking at the dawn of the sun
theres really no explination more
my dreams make a rich mans reality poor

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