I was ridding on a life's train
The years were passing one by one
Took a wrong stop and missed the place
Where I supposed to be fine.
The destiny, some call it fate
Was confused with crazy me
I was testing all that I can
With girl sitting on my knee.
I was crazy, crazy I was
Even death avoided me
All the bad guys and girls of course
From my house had the key.
I was sincere with robbers, thieves
They brought some stuff, never took
I was known as crazy me
I had hookers as a cook.
I was doing all against rules
Craving danger, even death
Night was my day, day was my night
All I had then was my health.
I was alone with ten million
Ten million souls and not bucks
Each night covered LA and me
To witness hunt for the rocks.
Yes, I was there and saw it all
Saw the transfers between worlds
Saw overdose, saw hookers loose
But can't describe with just words.
- Author: Chained ( Offline)
- Published: August 4th, 2021 02:27
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 27
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