"Years in the makin' & it's still not how it's supposed to be." - [Goon Musick]
- Grand Mastah -CROW$WORD- [Forever Flyin' since 1984]
What if I died today
Would you find the way
Where the few of us could stay
When there's nothing left to say
Will You go out again to "play"
Wicked games that casually slay
Whereas this be enough, it might be our shelter's bay
White, immaculate & this undispensible portray
Well of a sovereign warden's one display
We, from hovering gardens that fade into the grey
Winter afternoons that guard the ashes off the tray
What if I'd died today
Who would be your neck's black sheep to victimize their "they"
Whatever's good & she relaxed her next bad creep 2 intimize a rare "nay"
Woe unto Thee as the Crow begun to flee tha's no reason 4 you to lay
Wednesday long forgotten like a trotten hike per se
Welcome a song not gotten like alotta snow on tray
What if I will die today
Which month will bring my funeral - this August or next May
We're still not thàt entangled & I'm mangled up, okay?
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