Post by unknown on Sept 17, 2008 14:33:07 GMT -5
Turn my
mic up louder I got to say somethin.
Lightweights step it aside when we come in
Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin
People on the street they panic and start running...
mic up louder I got to say somethin.
Lightweights step it aside when we come in
Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin
People on the street they panic and start running...
The faint smell of old femmes wafted around these lonely lands. And they were very lonely. I dragged my appendages underneath me and pushed myself into the center. Even in the warm days of Summer, the lands were dead. How ridiculous. I sighed and looked around the crumbling land, the sand just seemed to break under the weight of my torso. So many other horses must have been here, for the sand was cracked so much it looked like lightening had struck and shattered it like glass. I giggled at the thought and trot round in a circle, my head held in that peculiar little way that only Egyptian Arabs could do. My whip clung to my legs, while my banner blew gently in the breeze. I bet I was a sight for blind eyes that had never seen me before.
Should they approach or run away from the blinding light emenating from my bodice....
Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming.
I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme i'm dumping.
Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and
Jump when they tell us that they wanna to see jumping. [/center][/color][/size]