you can call me kiing P
sipping on green tea
thinking
carefree and dangerously
pencil in hand
thoughts on demand.
no tv. just
a dilla beat
in the
air,
"no man will I ever fear" [ipod engr.]
NY times in hand
same sad story -today
I guess we never stop
and say
enough
so we continue to pray
not for the people
but for our souls.
give us Rest;
lest
We lose all sense of self.
I doubt we will ever know what we want in a
society of fog.
some want love,lust,sex,money,drugs
some need peace,blessings,smiles,laughter,happiness
every Breath we take
is a gift of debt
we make.
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