Think About It
By Jim McNasty of the Cypher Junkies I put a quarter in the wishing well and blessed the hand that feeds me I’m hoping for some luck cuz don’t a damn thing come easy I cant fold up, I gotta stay working my mission I’ve been hopping fences ever since the day that you went missing And I must be in some trouble, my blood has started bubbling The same way when you break something the day you fell in love with it I’ve gambled all my money, swam in water I was fishing in I chased her with bait but found out I must be ignorant I’ve understood your sentiments, but I do...
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