Oakland's Water

Suck the blood out my tracks,
I'm shutting my door now
ain't no going back
clothes we wear cycle,
a spin around game
You kept me on the side,
forgot to place me in
A knocking rocks my head now,
but I'm under surveillance
Digging down dirty dirt
below an empty surface
I thought on driving straight through
your twisting uphill roads
But than you sent your dogs out
my wounds were overly exposed
I gave my notice now,
I'm gonna be alright
with your paintings hanging on my wall
that I stair at every night

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