2003-10-18 - 7:38 p.m.
the old wax candle melted down
the highway circumvented town
the neon signs had long burned out
and breeze trends turned and came about
little girls grew free and wild
and men became so meek and mild
the shifting phases passed away
senile rap stars, sad to say,
slipped into their childhood days
so set in all their gangster ways
fighting over toys and guns
sliding whores, revolving buns,
flat car hootchie mama scoopers
music ball of flame and bloopers
these things come and go my friend
all good things come to an end
all that lives was born to die
this reply to questions why
not that I don't still love you
I just be tired of playin, foo'
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