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What does it take to feel whole,
to be glad to be alive,
to have a soul?
A lifetime filled with pleasure,
every want became a need,
it came with such a ease.
The mind hungers to learn,
but is that ever enough,
for the body yearns to return.
The spirt is torn,
and when it breaks,
only a straight jacket can be worn.
Lived a life with no one,
to help when its hurts,
hell here I come.
Is drug money blood money?
Cos u sold some weed for it?
U have no blood money till you
bleed for it,
if u live in these streets,
then stop crying
let him die in these streets
Nice poetry. We all know you're going to hell on a motorcycle, tony.
Thank you Beach Thongs, the one thing I'm not sure of is, fast or slow? My Ninja does 180 mph or my Sportie, kick start only tops at 100 mph. So what am to do? Super size or not? Tough questions, easy life.
Nice poem.
I must admit I was a little disappointed by the titleā?¦.I was hoping for pictures. :o
I suggest you take the slow route. If you drive too fast you will miss out on all the fun stuff that sent you to hell in the first place.
Motoring right along,
hearin the same old song.
Its the open road for me
fear from me youll never see,
only death on two wheels,
right on your lovely heels.
Dont think lifes all rainbows,
and you aint nothing but a ho.
You look like your butt hurt,
lookin at me like I'm dirt.
You can ask whats my name,
in end its all the same,
call me the devil if you dare,
for your soul is what Ill bare.
Never the less I'm just a man
to take your money if I can,
so give the devil all his due,
for I'm just part of his crew.
And here is the bonus picture.
nise drops tony, feelin both
& keep writin n rollin stoned homie