flights 49
is this it
the end
in a dark tunnel
walking towards a blinding light
know not how i got here
care not why i bleed
dont think i'm walking
feels more like floating
the words of cassius ali
gonna come and sting like a bee
poor poor worker bees
shelter from storm i give to thee
or a grave if the shelter proves weak
clothe thyselves in prada so chic
or send a cheque to slaves in malay
is this it
the end
in a dark tunnel
walking towards a blinding light
know not how i got here
care not why i bleed
dont think i'm walking
feels more like floating
the words of cassius ali
gonna come and sting like a bee
poor poor worker bees
shelter from storm i give to thee
or a grave if the shelter proves weak
clothe thyselves in prada so chic
or send a cheque to slaves in malay
posted by darshan september at 10:38 PM
2 Comments:
Plz try to translate toportuguese too :)
wat do i say but juranamey..oh and i was meaning to ask wat the hell does that mean !! awesome poem..loved it..blah blah blah blah blah..i hate ranting praises !! good !! compimented ..signed sealed delivered ??? i hope !
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