07-26-2016, 11:54 AM
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I stood there like a boy,
in reality I am
standing at the edge of a murky ditch
debating whether to jump
I hesitantly sit
on a blood stained bench
my own blood dressing me
next to a killer, a thief
in pre-book one
impatiently waiting to go up
I fondly reminisce
how I played in that ditch
shamelessly muddy,
my mother would scream how I make her worry
she'd say "son! The ditch is for dirt and ditch-diggers,"
I'd say "but mom there's tadpoles,"
No matter what she said
I wouldn't listen.
I grew up into a tadpole that night,
reborn in a new kind of ditch
when they told me to strip
lift my nutsack, now cough,
when they gave me a jumpsuit
double XL for a large,
when I carried my life in a knapsack
up an elevator with no buttons,
when I stood outside the glass wall penetrated
by looking eyes of childish freedom.
They'd say "wassup dog,
you bang?" I met a tadpole:
Panda Locs East Side Fresno
was his full name.
I wondered what kind of man
chose such a name,
what kind of name he would've chosen
had he not been a tadpole.
As he rushed into battle
I put my thoughts aside
and let hands collide.
30 days in the ditch passes quick for a tadpole,
I trade a jumpsuit for my name
with the cut of a wristband I'm free
to be a tadpole or frog,
I daydream of kissing a princess,
transforming into a man,
but lifes no fairy tale,
there are no princesses.
As I step into a forgotten sun
and hear the bustle of the city
I fondly reminisce
how I played in that ditch
and light a stale cigarette.
Original
I stood there like a boy,
in reality I am,
standing at the edge of a murky ditch
debating whether to jump
I hesitantly sit
on a blood stained bench
I fondly reminisce
how I played in that ditch
shamelessly muddy,
my mother would scream how I make her worry
she'd say "son! The ditch is for dirt and ditch-diggers,"
I'd say "but mom there's tadpoles,"
No matter what she said
I wouldn't listen.
I played in that ditch all my life,
we'd move I'd find a new one
with little tadpoles that never grow.
I grew up into a tadpole
squirming in the ditch
with fellow tadpoles,
they'd say "wassup dog,
you bang?" I met a tadpole:
Panda Locs East Side Fresno
was his full name.
30 days in the ditch passes quick for a tadpole,
they tell me be a frog and ribbet,
eat a fly or something, anything,
but I'm a tadpole
I just wanna squiggle
in the ditch
with my fellow young tadpoles.
I stood there like a boy,
in reality I am
standing at the edge of a murky ditch
debating whether to jump
I hesitantly sit
on a blood stained bench
my own blood dressing me
next to a killer, a thief
in pre-book one
impatiently waiting to go up
I fondly reminisce
how I played in that ditch
shamelessly muddy,
my mother would scream how I make her worry
she'd say "son! The ditch is for dirt and ditch-diggers,"
I'd say "but mom there's tadpoles,"
No matter what she said
I wouldn't listen.
I grew up into a tadpole that night,
reborn in a new kind of ditch
when they told me to strip
lift my nutsack, now cough,
when they gave me a jumpsuit
double XL for a large,
when I carried my life in a knapsack
up an elevator with no buttons,
when I stood outside the glass wall penetrated
by looking eyes of childish freedom.
They'd say "wassup dog,
you bang?" I met a tadpole:
Panda Locs East Side Fresno
was his full name.
I wondered what kind of man
chose such a name,
what kind of name he would've chosen
had he not been a tadpole.
As he rushed into battle
I put my thoughts aside
and let hands collide.
30 days in the ditch passes quick for a tadpole,
I trade a jumpsuit for my name
with the cut of a wristband I'm free
to be a tadpole or frog,
I daydream of kissing a princess,
transforming into a man,
but lifes no fairy tale,
there are no princesses.
As I step into a forgotten sun
and hear the bustle of the city
I fondly reminisce
how I played in that ditch
and light a stale cigarette.
Original
I stood there like a boy,
in reality I am,
standing at the edge of a murky ditch
debating whether to jump
I hesitantly sit
on a blood stained bench
I fondly reminisce
how I played in that ditch
shamelessly muddy,
my mother would scream how I make her worry
she'd say "son! The ditch is for dirt and ditch-diggers,"
I'd say "but mom there's tadpoles,"
No matter what she said
I wouldn't listen.
I played in that ditch all my life,
we'd move I'd find a new one
with little tadpoles that never grow.
I grew up into a tadpole
squirming in the ditch
with fellow tadpoles,
they'd say "wassup dog,
you bang?" I met a tadpole:
Panda Locs East Side Fresno
was his full name.
30 days in the ditch passes quick for a tadpole,
they tell me be a frog and ribbet,
eat a fly or something, anything,
but I'm a tadpole
I just wanna squiggle
in the ditch
with my fellow young tadpoles.
Crit away