Sasquatch - 8ball

Yer, I miss wanting to be old
Back when we were kids I felt the earth would bow and fold
Used to be assertive
Now my mind keeps me diverting
From the happiness we search for
If ignorance is bliss
Drugs could never go amiss
It's a back door
Some would say a black core, for sure
It's a pit that draws for those weakened by depression
When you can't find self expression
A splash of puddle as a tear falls from my right eye
Lumin lamp, it's hibiscus to a black sky
A clear devotion there's this beauty of emotion
I can swim so very well yet i'm still drowning in this ocean
But that's the least of my woes
Broke and bored it's the lowest of lows
Cancer kills my relatives my mind can't switch from negative
Can't see what's not so relative my love I've got no more to give
We're so attached to our phones,
A cell we make ourselves is the biggest of blows
Your lack of love really shows
You are the worst of the hoes

Written by:
Jack Charlesworth

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