is he a thief that steals thine words and takes recognition as if his own
is he a thief that dog so hungry he steals a bone
is he a thief of life that first to cast a cascade that started as a single stone
is he a thief who asks back for more then what he loaned
are you the thief
in which these words now ring true
haunting poor decisions within
sick green now so jaded and feeling blue
is he a thief that lets his children starve while on drugs
is he a thief if he runs with whores drug dealers and thugs
is he a thief that passes out at homes and sleeps on rugs
is he a thief spreading problems galore while stealing hugs
are you the thief
in which these words now ring true
haunting poor decisions within
sick green now so jaded and feeling blue
is he a thief the beligerent drunkard addict selfish always so
is he a thief never spending time with you as he is always on the go
is he a thief cheating all along the way thinking others truly do not know
is he a thief stealing offerings row after row after roe
are you the thief
in which these words now ring true
haunting poor decisions within
sick green now so jaded and feeling blue
are you the thief
in which these words now ring true
you made the decisions now the bed you made is blue
words from time now staring back at you
Have you ever read your own work and then seen it on t.v., or in a song, or whatever...and then wonder...well what is my thought and what is that of another and where does unique come forth from and what is truly unique as we all think so much a like indeed...but perhaps because what is unique we then transpire through time together towards greater shared philosophies...anyways..., don't be the thief...peace.
They that steal my craft offer only compliments, and never go un-noticed.
...word play, such mortal fun.
thief!
is he a thief that dog so hungry he steals a bone
is he a thief of life that first to cast a cascade that started as a single stone
is he a thief who asks back for more then what he loaned
are you the thief
in which these words now ring true
haunting poor decisions within
sick green now so jaded and feeling blue
is he a thief that lets his children starve while on drugs
is he a thief if he runs with whores drug dealers and thugs
is he a thief that passes out at homes and sleeps on rugs
is he a thief spreading problems galore while stealing hugs
are you the thief
in which these words now ring true
haunting poor decisions within
sick green now so jaded and feeling blue
is he a thief the beligerent drunkard addict selfish always so
is he a thief never spending time with you as he is always on the go
is he a thief cheating all along the way thinking others truly do not know
is he a thief stealing offerings row after row after roe
are you the thief
in which these words now ring true
haunting poor decisions within
sick green now so jaded and feeling blue
are you the thief
in which these words now ring true
you made the decisions now the bed you made is blue
words from time now staring back at you
Have you ever read your own work and then seen it on t.v., or in a song, or whatever...and then wonder...well what is my thought and what is that of another and where does unique come forth from and what is truly unique as we all think so much a like indeed...but perhaps because what is unique we then transpire through time together towards greater shared philosophies...anyways..., don't be the thief...peace.
They that steal my craft offer only compliments, and never go un-noticed.
...word play, such mortal fun.
thief!
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