The highway is full of big cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that’ll burn
Some people wrap their lies around a cocktail glass
And you sit wondering
where you’re going to turn
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.
Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow
But others say we’ve got a week or two
The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror
And you sit wondering
What you’re gonna do.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.
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Shorty
Black Arts Movement
2022
Faith & Hope
Love & Relationships
Juxtaposition
the fact of two things being seen or placed close together with contrasting effect
Repetition
a recurrence of the same word or phrase two or more times