97 from Action Figures by Gross Angel

Grew up on hwy 97
Almost getting ran over on 97 At night hear the cars drivin on 97 Everything was just fine in 1997

I grew up on hwy 97
It's hard to fall asleep without the engines revving I saw every dog I had getting sent to heaven Everything was fine in 1997




Always feeling out of place Ever since I was young I dont got nowhere to go nowhere that I come from
Face is crusty again I must've woke up in my blood Same color as my hand dusted in monkey bar rust Out in the summer sun , broke but still havin fun Running mangeda in drive way rollin the mud
Alwayst knew exactly what to do when we heard the guns
But In school they couldn't hold my attention or my tongue
Too many close calls we've been Dodging traffic Grammama still getting Calls about my bad habits Substituting drawing clashes instead of mathematics
I would work on my craft but they wouldn't have it
Loved comic books so i took a crack at it
rapid when Mr Grant came to Snatch it and fuckin trashed it ,
A child's talent attacked because he ain't have it pages for cash , On the playgʻround getting yelled at for backflips

Grew up on hwy 97 Almost getting ran over on 97 At night hear the cars drivin on 97 Everything was just fine in 1997I grew up on hwy 97 It's hard to fall asleep without the engines revving I saw every dog I had getting sent to heaven Everything was fine in 1997
Highly offended when little gross didn't mind the lesson
Ink spreading thoughts on 8 1/2 by eleven Creative expression it's something Im hyper obsessed with Teacher stepped in took knife to a dream an tried to dead it im not the type for Pretending sometimes the Mind is hectic,
Had Learn to control my breathes like I been Fire bending Tellin lies They threatened medicine to try and stave my energetics So it's still fuck you and I say it like I meant it I never lost that , you can't break creative mindsI went from cross hatch pen shading to writing rhymes It just took patience , too much time , and stubborn state of mind Just becausez you let your dreams die , dont come try to kill mine Grew up on hwy 97 Almost getting ran over on 97 At night hear the cars drivin on 97 Everything was just fine in 1997I grew up on hwy 97 It's hard to fall asleep without the engines revving I saw every dog I had getting sent to heaven Everything was fine in 1997
pages by hand several episodes drawn Stories of Secret spies bombs and espionage
Say ya prayers , like you got your head inside of the cross head in the cross Wanna explore in Laura Croft until I'm getting lost I remember a thought that stays in the vault of memories 8 years old Twin mattress on the floor try to get to sleep My tias friend was drunk ,stumbled in and laid down next to me Took the breathe from me forevor changing my brains chemistry devils tempting me, with the heat and the scent I watched a Bead of sweat run down from neck to between her breasts
They always taught me to repress the want and needs of the flesh When nobody watching you ,your conscience might start feeling the stretch

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