Quincey

The one of you I knew, when time was short, would rage at these Blues, in this consumer light, you live without a phone, it doesn't make you wise, nothing gives a clue, no print or written tome, what you're going to do, they all know your right, who gives its best to go, with the cards so slight, you'll never be a fool, to take on others moans, push against their rules, pictures i have of you, wouldn't let condone, all the stuff we rue, you say baby show'em.