Sunday, January 3, 2010

Just A Boy (Unfinished Song)

He's just a boy, just a boy
Playing with his toys, their just toys
All you can really see is, he just a kid
That's not how he feels, not how he lives
He's just a

Boy from the boondocks, @ the bottom of the bricks
Stayed on the corners where the coons flock, with revolvers in their fist
So of course he was strapped orthos
One stayed on his back like a dorsal
Shark in a ocean full of sharks, no morsel
Don't let the age fool you, hair below the torso
Grown man mental, with a child's physical
A dead man's spiritual...that would take a miracle
No fear in dude, cultural criminal
He eats, so you leak. It's that literal
The fear in you feeds him
That fact that you need him
Because what he's giving you receiving
With open arms, believing
That it's gonna solve everything, resolve anything
But it has absolved everything, dissolved anything
That counters
The boy is just the counter
Holding it and yea he is holding it
Tucked by his ass crack, you wouldn't notice it
Because to you...

He's just a boy, just a boy
Playing with his toys, their just toys
All you can really see is, he just a kid
That's not how he feels, not how he lives
He's just a


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