On the Northern Front

The North Star shines bright...Ignites the sky with a Fire Torture
…Post apocalyptic Landscape…Raging In my war torn nature…
Its an empty Vessel of a Bottle, Containing the Secret to my facts
Painful Industrial Times…Painful like a million Thumbtacks
Looking back on the lock turning, while my eyes burn Scolders
Time passes; problematic existence…Personality’s bolder
…Chemical Rushes…Endorphin, or mere lack of the Substance…
…That brings happiness and Stops the long term Subsidence…
Bare Smack and Crack heads plague the streets of my Town
Like the Bubonic Plague…Bringing a death toll, Society breaks down
Drug Dealers Dealing on Corners…Children watch like Media Reporters
Don’t miss a single aspect…Then copy the behaviour in close quarters

Chorus
On the Northern Front…Dark Times never fail to exist
Sometimes ignored by the Benefits of bliss
But We still exist…Living in the dark of Factory Smoke
Look at the Northern Star Fade…Losing hope


(Second Verse is B.I.Detained’s verse that
He ain’t wrote yet but will be dope)