When I'm in your car
I can feel the city air
Like crack from up above
Burning down into the ground
It gave me a reason
To eat my heart out
This moment is just too concentrated
It gives me the understanding later on
That there is nothing much
To believe in..
Where I bind hands with people
People who aren't perfect
And that's how it should be..
Bind our hands because with crack
There is room for every anonymous fker
To fill empty spaces in our car..
Every monster in the neighborhood
Has his roads.. but if you want your places
And don't have friends..
I would just as well close my eyes to you..
Mike is Selling Coke (by Seung kim)
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