Those Nights.

Summer nights,
skating under street lights
Filling our bongs with ice
just so it feels nice
we fool our parents
with visine and lies
trying to cover up our blood red eyes
we drink and drive
lucky to survive
we give up dreams
in exchange for night screams
we don't go to schools
we've become fools
were straight up hustler now
Don't even ask how.





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