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Hard Times
Afternoon spent out in the street ridin the BMX
Have all grown older as my bones had to stretch
The nights drifted away staring up at the stars
That easiness is gone and it seems so far off
Walking alongside these railroad tracks
I really want to but I don’t dare go back
To chase some good feelings, I’ll face the hard lines
Nothing lasts forever, not even the hard times
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You don’t understand why I spend the money to get high
To handle stress of not having enough cash to get by
My meals are never square so I’m out of shape
I always feel tired but I’m always awake
Thinkin when I was happier only makes me sad
My dreams are still running but my feet barely drag
There’s something in the air, I don’t know what it is
These hard times have got me locked down like long bids
poem
by
P.R. Prosper
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