5/9/11

sirius and his golden wall.......man i need a chisel?

atlas had that ball, me i been busy holden up this here golden wall and speed o think
my back hurts but i'll never let it fall too tall of a tail will leaves a trail of yer stink
to small of a tale leaves yer dreams in the sink
cuz we're both life n death and deeded sea to sea to see the missing links
lookin at a star thats too bright but its impossible to blink
fear not n tear not for well built ships dont just sink, they jog with it, n weather the storm
light yer ish in the trough back to the crest and its the norm then
BLAM! mutha truka here i am, flip flops hip hops son stops lids drop worry not cuz all i gotz love for ya!

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