just Richy

when yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb, when ya think yer to old, to smart, to young or to dumb, when yer laggin behind and loosin yer pace , in the slow motion crawl of lifes busy race, no matter what yer doin you can't start givin up, if the wine ain't pourin to the top of yer cup, or if the winds got ya sidewayz with one hand holdin on, and the other starts slippin on the feelin is gone, or yer train engine fire needs a new spark to ketch it, woods easy findin but yer lazy to fetch it, or if yer sidewalk starts crumblin and yer street gets to long, and you start walkin backward so you know that its wrong, then lonesome comes up as down goes the day, and tommorows morning seems so far away, and you feel the reigns of yer pony a slippin, and yer rope is slidin cause yer hands they're drippin, and yer sundesert and evergreen valleys turn to brokedown slumbs an trashcan allies, and yer sky cries water with dream pipes a pourin, and the lightnins flashin, and the thunders crashin, and the windows a rattlin and breakin, and the rooftops a shakin, and yer whole world is slammin and bangin, and yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm, so you tell yerself, you sometimes say, i never knew it was gonna be this way, why didn't they tell me the day i was born, then you start gettin chills and yer shinin with sweat, and yer searchin fer something ya ain't quite found yet, and yer knee deep in dark water with both hands in the air, and the whole worlds watchin with that window view stare, then yer good girl leaves and shes long gone a flyin,, and yer heart feels sik like fish when they're fryin, and yer jak hammer falls from yer hands to yer feet, and you need it badly as it layes in the street, and yer bellz bangin loudly but ya can't hear its beat, and you think years might of been hurt, yer eyes have grown filthy from the slight bindin dirt, and you figured you failed in yesturdays rush, like you were faked out and fooled while facing the four flush, and all the while you were holdin three queens, stik that in yer frigin profile

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