The Dirtiest Denim

Thanks Ghostface

It was the best of times the worst of them times
Was when the winds changed to quote the bad days which were blowing towards me as swiftly
As a man runs from the impending jail time disguised as a
Man built to protect and serve
Who only wishes to provide for his cheating wife and the two children he must watch til the eighteenth comes.
Oh the winds

Part the hairs on the world to reveal the soft scarred scalp of the land.

Burned by combs and washed with the water of the sky

Lays the truth, starving like the artists in lofts turning over in sheets without sleep

Honing crafts. Praising avant, watching the sun raze, dismissing the artists who make a mill with things so simple that glassified rocks will be recognized as art.

Oh The loans i accepted for a degree unaccepted never warned me

Of the

days like these.

Part the hairs on the world to reveal the soft scarred scalp of the land.

Burned by combs and washed with the water of the sky

Lays the truth, starving like the artists in lofts turning over in sheets without sleep

Honing crafts. Praising avant, watching the sun raze, dismissing the artists who make a mill with things so simple that glassified rocks will be recognized as art.

Oh The loans i accepted for a degree unaccepted never warned me

Of the

days like these.

I praise the morning. I fear the night

Mother clean my eyes. father guide my eyes

Toes push forward until I wish to lie

With words or women

Dirty Denim

Smelling like the many yesterdays

Again with these harmful ways.

No cup of coffee, Same shit along the way
Those hours on Sundays, betta start to pay

Hope I didn’t miss out, on more to time to lay

With Dreams and Women

Taking a Giving

Sorrys of all my yesterdays

Again with these harmful ways.

I see you’ve been doing your thing in the studio… ^_^

Can’t wait to hear what you have in store…

btw… log out of tumblr b4 you dip lol 

Sincerely,

AudiaDaSound 

for his mistakes.

Is there anything that may matter

More

Than the things

I say, I walk with, the actions or even my

Absences in where

My truths were needed most?

No, they will build the bricks and scrub the mortor until a house

Of Conceptions goes forged.

Memba Dat

Young Youth. The eyes are doing more than watching

Their un-da-stan-ding.