Hitchhiking 77

No need for you to be broke, if I choke I’ll leave

Walk streets until my feet find peace

As some point it’s gets tiring and embarrassing, another fail

Looked for hands found empty spaces

And we know some things are more important than things

Material possessions don’t mean shit when you realize it fades away easily

So don’t hold on too firm

Why burn it all when some can be saved

Drowning with me is worthless go be safe

Future unwritten no telling our lines

I don’t want to be the reason why you cry ever.
They say a broke man is good food fuel

Burn it up, cast him away

A broke man is a waste of space

Basket or a loss cause case

Instead of pulling you down I’ll move on

How can you feel at home with no home?

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