Jun 26 2009
∞
the king is dead
The Day the King Died
Smoking in North Philly
Dreamin of money with no digital
What hope is there for me?
If they caught the smooth criminal
A wind blows
From a Philadelphia field
Overgrown foundation
Where a building once was a shield
For the one way alley
We were sitting on
Car windows rolled down
Center City’s lights beyond
On the day the King died
The radio stations cried
And “I Want You Back”
Played into the hot night
-Ghost Writer
