Faded HazeMature

Should be sleeping but whatever.

The smoke is gone,

the rez from my brain scrapped.

Out with the old and in with the new she says.

Oh but how she doesn't know me,

I'm the mother fucking king.

Higher then the tree tops, 

I'm going to stay on my high horse.

You won't shoot me down.

You always told me my head was in the clouds,

and thank God it is,

because now I see it all.

The End

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