Straight Out Of No-Where

Mon, 04/11/2016 - 20:21 -- chino54

Movin' so many times,

I ran out of fingers to

count the shoe wear.

Messing up everywhere

So now I'm a kid of 

No-Where Land.

Everyone reppin' sides,

while I be reppin' time.

Time to go;

Time to blow;

Time to show;

that I got what it takes

to beat the stakes. 

I already beat the shakes,

Now I'm free.

Free to rep No-Where Land

Some-Where.

But now that I reaalize,

we all live in No-Where Land.

Same damn low wages,

same ripped pages,

All trapped in cages.

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