The sole of me shoes was burnin
I could almost smell the heat
My guts inside were churnin
sweat was formin on me seat
me brow was droppin bullets
me underarms were soak
me hair was matted to me face
I thought that I might croak
the sun beat ever harder
the seconds ticked like days
the cages were not movin
carbon goodies breathed the haze
old engine was still huffin
gettin way to hot
ole clutch was shootin calf high rays
and burnin on that spot
c'mon and change ye fargin beam
I cursed the traffic light
I couldn't wait no longer
or me bike might say G'nite
so I jumped her on the walkway
and rolled her round the block
found a side street down the road
that passed the concrete flock
Once we got to rollin
and suckin some fresh air
me bike cooled down, me clothes got dried
its like we wasn't ever there
*hot Sludge*
Sludge
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