Bad TimesA Poem by Theta S. T.This is something I wrote a while back---Spoken words Needs to be heard From Mountain tops That makes roof tops pop From druged up rehabs To the great collab These issues today Need to hit replay Why is it that this lone star state Isn't up for debate I'm sick in tired Of being for hire For this southeren hospitality Very undoubtibly For this southeren bell Has fallen into a well Cuz f**k this state It's not my fate To feed The need Of the conservative Perservative From govenor To comander and chief These things make me weep We love our spurs Who are dumber than fur Paid millions of dollars To make fans holla So we build them a stadium While the shopped the paladium Waisted time and money Now aint that funny Homless crown the streets But your wondering who the spurs beat From rags to riches Yea they forgot about you b*****s Drive like cattle We will go to battle For our down south Good'ole boy Who aint nothing but a bunch of tonka toyz © 2008 Theta S. T.Author's Note
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2 Reviews Added on June 29, 2008 AuthorTheta S. T.San Antonio, TXAboutNew group: Writing GroupCollaboration--Remix out of frustration a new day awaits in the dark and grimmy mist to a new begining we end to begin again as friends we shared the day in laug.. more..Writing
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