free at last, bleeding fast--too numb to care.
or recognize. realize
I am not a beast. but a man
w/hopes, hurts & dreams to say the least.
something deep inside calling.
w/hopes, hurts & dreams to say the least.
something deep inside calling.
I'm too far gone. Could really use my best friend.
but she got called home.
but she got called home.
In the hallways of oppression and depression, blood stained walls and an indefinite scent of the drunken men's piss- there she gasped for a breath of ease. Many men, they say- many men are born in Roxbury, but sun let me tell you: I was born in Roxbury.
ReplyDeleteOh wait... this isn't an intro to the entire story?
Vic, where its at?