I’m always sayin’ I won’t change but
I ain’t the same
everything is different,
and it’s for the best. Movin’ up and down
through the city, makin’ moves
fuse defused
walkin’ in my shoes.
Heavy isn’t it?
Can’t pick up the phone
it’s to heavy, wait until quarter till
and drop the call.
Not even a hint of regret
it’s the cold that gives me pause,
and the hint of your paws
that drops my jaw.
But is it enough-
I can’t complain,
don’t know what you’re missin’
shame on you-
another ones trash
is another ones treasure,
momma said that once
and I keep hittin’ that thrift store
shop till ya drop
and I’ll give
when I wasn’t asked-
that’s on me
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