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• Artiste: Ill Lit
• Titre: Freeway
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when misery found company it quieted the stance. loneliness reminded him, “this was not our plan.” jealousy beat sympathy ‘till he could bearly stand. loyalty torched dignity, burned him up and he ran. there's nothing worse than a radio edit. girls' fashion's callous, the standard is angry, blown-out conversations about nothing at all with boys who hover at the bar like vultures indulging in a war. agony told apathy, “you ain't even shit. i used to hang with terror when fear was still a kid.” vengeance is circling back, he's gonna torture on demand. my only hope is memory, is someone will forget. there's nothing worse than the chance you're not taking, people complaining couldn't live. without complaints, a public execution is a solitary death. there's a freeway to memorize expense, in some ways you never catch your breath. but ignore it and we'll see how bad it gets. eventually we'll meet again with time more “worn” than “done”. tried to be the better man, the best i did was run. we may see our blood shed in a storm of distant death. attendance at your funeral, there's not a thing you don't expect, all by your lonesome, watching bottles on the wall, broken down by morning, pouring through the door. if j.ever gets here, he's gonna sort you out. there's a freeway to memorize expense. in some ways you never catch you breath. but endurance is the one thing you respect.