Tuesday, September 06, 2005

KNIFE ENDS

So tired of saying goodbye to family and friends,
so as this damn post-partem depression sets in,
i remember to remember that even in absence
my friends make me crack the fuck up in smiles,
that if I ever had them I have them all the while.

My friends are no karass.
My friends simply kick ass.
My fam's the blasted bomb.
From my nieces to my mom.

They make my world spin round,
put my feet back on the ground.
They keep me keeping time, and
tell me to drop the force-d rhyme.

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