The Blues Poet
Saturday, August 11, 2018
Going To Chicago
Sat on the levee and moaned
Like a bitch and a toilet
This shit, this throne
Going for the gold, it ain't coming
So slow, it's meddling, i ain't lying
Still dying, still trying, still free
And yeah, it slipped out
So easy...
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