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Driving On In
I made a choice
It wasn't mine to make
But if I don't return from there
Well, I think you know
It's like I'm driving on in
I snitched once
I felt it up to my chest
A fire that chokes all the bones
Torching everything
It's like I'm driving on in
Saw my dad again
He sat in an old rocking chair
A crown and beady eyes
So unlike his own
It's like I'm driving on in
It wasn't mine to make
But if I don't return from there
Well, I think you know
It's like I'm driving on in
I snitched once
I felt it up to my chest
A fire that chokes all the bones
Torching everything
It's like I'm driving on in
Saw my dad again
He sat in an old rocking chair
A crown and beady eyes
So unlike his own
It's like I'm driving on in
Published 21st Mar 2018
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