Rumours and spreadin’ all over my town,
but its just stones and sticks.
Upon the microphone is where I go to get my fix.
Just let that lovin’ take a hold, it will if you let it.
a funky, not a junkie, but I know where to get it!
No trouble, no fuss, I know why.
Seven heads staring at me attached to the same spine
like mistaken investments in 1929
I lost the house and the farm all to speculation
That turned to ash in my mouth with no compensation
I invested my trust in a lot more than a fund
and when my assets were frozen I was visibly stunned
I had mismanaged my money, but it wasn’t that at all
to rebuild and make better, everything had to fall
The market was dying and people were greedy
exploiting the market with disregard for the needy
The investment I made might never cash out
But maybe it will and I’ll buy a house
All that I know is my biggest mistake
was loving too much,
or too little?
((as a general rule, I don’t publish anything I write in 5 minutes/anything with rhymes this corny to my writing blog sooo its here))
So I’m going to try to be a writer, and part of that I guess is having a place where all my writing is consolidated, so here ya go: madisonpardy.tumblr.com
New posts every Thursday!
lol nobody even reads my blog anymore but here, since nobody looked last time
most probably dropping a live ass piece of writing tomorrow
Old friend called me up, now owns a music school, wants me to teach at night (y)
Biggie Smalls // Ten Crack Commandments
Can always count on my boys to keep my feet on the ground. I may be far off the beaten path, but the path is far off beating me.