ode to the city, part four (salvation)

so city, i spent forty-five ticks of the big hand trading salvations in the pace lane and everyone needs the dallas parkway exit, nobody's laying back, holding back time for me to slide through, city, the man with the dark dreads let me in two, three times, me the same for him and city, no one saves anyone anymore and city, damn. i'd love to save you sometime.

2003-06-04 | 12:05 a.m.
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