My town,
My name,
My blues,
My boys.

My way,
My love,
My rhymes,
My noise.

Ode to my noise
My boys
A rattle that sounds formiliar
A secrete kind of place.
I wait to let go.
Meet us face to face.
In a dream of leaving
In a dream forgotten.
Remember this
And theyll be no forgetting.

A formiliar smell
My taste, my love
In the sky
In which we fly,
Fly to forget and be forgotten.
Fly to learn.
My knowledge, my brain, my wave.

Within a spot of Happiness
Which lays upon your tongue
A different kind of white
Another kind of numb.
We wont be leaving, now, no
Now go,
While your still breathing

My town
Can kill the dream
My name is on my streets
My blues push me further
My boys play much harder
My legs wont stop shaking
This town is slowly sinking.

By. Aly

Cool.

thnx wrote it in the park one day..