Remember when things were just falling in line?
When riches built bridges, spread warmth down our spines
And tireless nights made for mornings so dull
That I can taste the scent of sweet tragedy sugaring my thoughts again
Oh I’ve gone to a place, I aint calling home
Praise be to God
All my brothers and their lovers all left for the day
When Jimmy drew flowers I built hand grenades
Now I think about the life I had built for myself
It’s six by one in foot lengths and full of self doubt
Oh when I think of this life, I just want to scream
Why did this happen to- (me?)
Holiday, in my room. My love for her is crystal blue.
Holiday, til kingdom comes. Long live the king, the morning sun.
Lovers are trouble I plead to the state
These guns I was selling were distributed by fate
Alina forgive me if I’m not around
The cartel buried me six feet underground
released November 11, 2013
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