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Post by Johnny H on Jun 5, 2004 8:40:20 GMT -5
Ever feel like ure Runnin on Empty Hopein the fumes will get u the next mile Wondering and figureing out who is to care If u make it or not ever feel like ure not here Is it lonelyness or is it mourning that inspires My thought, 2years ago god took one of the few closest friends ive got The wounds are still open and its started to rain salt, and Ive got a person on my corner who seems to never give up, I cherish this person more then anyone ive known but now all i can think about is the one who is gone I never got to say "U still my Man" cause we wasnt hangin as much, and he waved to me at the gastation in the civic he died in and thought it nothin just waved back thinkin ide catch up with him later, but it was not to be just a month later he was taken, Im not crying nor depressed just runnin on empty lookin to see how long the gas fumes will get me The next day The next mile or the rest of my life? I honestly cant say for sure, I can try my best to stave off the pain and the feeling of Loss and make sure Im still good for the few people i still got.
Damn i just sorta popped this off the top of my head so dont over analyze it, is essentialy like a freestyled poem.
Peace.
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Post by Nicki on Jun 5, 2004 10:39:44 GMT -5
you're running on empty with nowhere to go you're running on empty and you might as well know there was less in the tank than you would admit and this gauge suggests humbly that you should submit to the science of numbers and figures and facts ive droped all my pretenses along with the acts ill be a passenger but not just along for the ride or the gas staion on every corner in any direction some signs read "east" but were otherwise bent always rember "heaven" is where the best get sent! One call away.......
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Post by Johnny H on Jun 5, 2004 20:48:44 GMT -5
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Post by B~nice on Aug 22, 2004 13:44:39 GMT -5
word to your home dawg man, i feel you
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