2593 Miles (Poetic Rap)

Number 2, Bienvenue, welcome to my life, my life that’s been so hard, you throw out the first card of the long list of numbers, and now you wonder, what is this number? It’s the first of the four between his and my door… To walk, we can’t, to talk our only option. Phone our new adoption, the only way to stay in our relationship… can’t quit, communicate through the myspace, afraid to say what’s on our minds, we leave it behind, but I want to break through, to take you, to make you all mine. The only chances blocked out with finances, an obstacle to face but make it we will, to sell an arm to be with you. Pawn off our freedom to be one with the other, I need him but wonder how to get past this number.

Screw it. I’ll just walk