Modest, Quick to Flee -------------------------------------------
The cops knocked in with their glocks in hand
and I got away
Those without of smidgen of vision
are bound to drift away
Cause lines form, they don't stop for you
lyin' in their way
Enough to eat and a place to rest my bones
and I wont run away
You can sing
you can play
It's just another day
You can run
you can hide
Just stay satisfied
Particles and waves
we can argue the math
the earth is flat
You can watch me pray to God
the next time I do not know
where my keys are at
Cuz lines form they don't stop for you
lyin' in their way
Walk a mile in this paisley over shirt
and smile every day
Locked on the vision cuz we went through so much hurt
but the sickness went away
Me and Little Dog got it goin' on
we do shit our way
You can taste
the stuff
and still not take enough
You'll make love
All day
And still she'll run away
It's hard to find the time these days
Getting lost wading in murky grays
I give
*FAVORITED*
The flow is flawless!
The wording, barely needs any work
I couldn't edit this in any way to make it better, except maybe spellchecking it.
IDK, this piece is great, the ending:
"It's hard to find the time these days
Getting lost wading in murky grays
I give"
Love it Love it Love it!
Absolutely outstanding piece of work, keep it up, I'll be watching you!
Submission Name: Modest, Quick to Flee
