Four legged desk I write my rhyme deeply on
he swore he the best, I like to lie, it keeps me goin
light shimmers in the curtains, with a quick flicker
lifes dimmer than the burden that sticks with her
her soul to me is a beauty, she way more than a ten
the goal for her is duty, she'll do what for, for a ten?!
I swarm with the pen, glance out the window
she on the floor for the men, god damn its a sin yo
the broken curbside coincides with the worst lifes
the hope an hurt hides when the first arrives
alcoholic thirst derives when the hurst that drives
deaths earthless wife to an unforseen perfect life
months have seen perverts arive, refered for night
surfaced strife, 40 ounces, you thirsty right?
not purchased right, you snort detergant lines
Damn
as I close the window, for some silent evening rest
I roll some indo I know these violent streets be the best


I see the masses playing savage captured havoc symmetry
as I match the path of rational to tragically obscene
picture perfect antiquated with a past I never seen
addict tracks an avid practice for this patch of misery
making pacts inside a passage peddle packs amphetamines
pavement cracks and paper packets kicking cans and magazines
capture candid candor carnage cops and caps reality
corner cats and battle raps attacking actors at the scene
making macs of pragmatists encapsulated in a beat
bitches breaking backs of bastards claiming cash at seventeen
fuck the voices in your head I hear them actual screams
immaculate teams are clappin hands the back of a beam
buck imposters pay the piper purging pacifists clean
painting portraits cordon corpses chalk it up to poverty
picking pockets from a prophet Pac is laid in memory
and it seems these post apocalyptic verses never leave
so I seek the serpent service sensomilia dreams
expediently some stars a street an ambulance speeds
defeating gravity once anarchy then gradually