Monday, October 23, 2017


You can make it hard on yourself or ride the easy way.

He’s comin’ down fo’ ya like some runaway midnight train.

Prob’ly catch ya with yore pants down squattin’ out in the rain

Relieve ya of that shitstorm you call “my brain”

trouble is,

he will always come fo’ ya like some runaway midnight train.

Who are you to hold a grudge when the Lord forgives us all?
Who are you to hold a grudge when the Lord forgives us all?


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