visiting the kid
a friendship bid
his birthdays near
fucked up kid
we're down the roa
down south some more
atlata georgia
the ATL's sore
a black town
kinda cool for that fact
got cultural shock
as you walk round clinging to tact
cops all over
two on this street
one down there
a horrible treat
the highway near
raining down
heavy showers
pattering sound
we've got a drive
not much longer
then we're home
a month younger
air conditioner
hum in my head
with my girlfriend
lying in bed
laptop patter
and keyboard stutter
the guitar strings broken
i dont know any other
the kids my past
we shared meals
i guess thats part
of the deal
we've got the times
in our heads
and its birthday time
im no longer led
we cut the circle
its just me and her
no longer fools
you know the word
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