walkin down the cracked boulavard watchin crackheads pull a car
glass folds and shatters as the bullets spar back and forth from the souless hearts
coldest art, red abstract splatters on the dash and seat
coagulatin as the fiends pass the peeps chillin, and spill they cash and weed
the jacked ride drives past, and theres a gat flashed at me
CLICK, its empty, another mis-hap on these bastard streets

plastic action figures stick up out of the trash in heaps
right next to a casketless body, its a nasty maggot feast
down the alley theres more grimey shit behind the vibration of the stereo
like this bitch suckin slimey dick to buy her kids cereal
then within five minutes shes dead without a burial
lyin with her eyes open, tits showin, its so terrible

seen this kid bein good, but speakin hood at school
he walked down the street to meet a friend and police beat up the fool
which leavin internal bleedin from caused this kid to pass
but not before bein suspended for coughin blood up in his class