10/17/14
At The Rio Blanco
Long bow, too slow, at the Rio Blanco.
Like I said, lead head, got fed, instead.
Greens upon greens, upon greens.
Loaded plants and vines.
My mind, oh my mind, oh my mind.
What's real, how I feel, how I steal, it's my deal.
What's a clock, why not, match the pot, take a shot.
Watch it rain, came up lame, took the pain, insane.
Up a creek, keep the beat, soak your feet, take the streets.
Get loud, lose the crowd, do it now, do it now.
Long bow, too slow, at the Rio Blanco.
C
GFC
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