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A short little piece - Looks like a no show.
"Skinhead"
His skulls depth, teaches his hardened sick wills
So he shaves his head, just to sharpen his skills
His leash, wrapped and knotted between three trees
Dads holding hand was cut, but taught the same be-liefs
Local shops colored full, teachings were mauler tools
His camoflauged blood was definately colorful
Heart was loving, until beliefs produced murmers
Pushed further and further, then fell the hair curlers
He was taught to kill, but his gasoline was unleaded
Fun spreaded, across a bun w/ no taste or tounge fed it
His thoughts braided themselves, the long way will work
Consciousness still quirks, in an exhausting still jerk
Twisted thoughts father fed daily w/ a crooked love smile
It was as if yesterdays had just gone out of style
Had no choice of mind, did as he was told he should live
He kept his shave head just so his hat would fit
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I'm fly.
Last edited by Danny Valentine; 08-06-2003 at 02:13 PM.
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