I Call This Street-Mageddonm Ashes Of Heaven

Cinder blocks tied to my feet. Never ever stopped me. Not once did I ask him. I just delt with the clashing. The long buck ass wild days I spent on the strip. If it was yours yesterday. It was mine now today.

The take over!

The payback!

The black cat that crossed your path leaving a blood bath or jacoozy of unrulely behaviour.

Lawless!

The authorities often sat back in there patrol car seats watching the on going beefs.

Personally…

I didn’t care…

I was a bear…

A simple bear taking nessessitys out of your hands. Know good pair of cards where ever given. So that’s how the ghost was living.

Judge me…

Judge me not…

They were all just crooked cops! They were all just full of knots! All over the heads of there own blue and reds! Automatically dividing them selves! As I sat back in my car…

Or maybe not my car…

I can’t remember…

The pain of picking small splinters from the pictures. I flashed, was some of the sweetest pain felt when the rain drought burned the streets. Setting the grass of violence on fire to purge.

Oh god how I love to see the ashes!

Old memories blow in the chilling wind in November…

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