I was…
Never like this…
One child…
Being beaten…
In front of the others…
Can only take enough shit…
Crazy…
How men…
Forced my hands…
To shoot quick…
Babylon, blood suckers…
Blue tip ticks…
Tricks of my…
Hand to hand…
Trades…
Ended by loose lips…
Tinted glass windows…
Down one ways…
“Pay attention!”
Or lose it…
You couldn’t get…
To the stash…
Quick enough…
So the remains…
Of you…
On the pavement…
Remains with your…
Stained try…
Not stingy…
So I…
Shared shells…
With the other side…
A lot of mothers, sister and etc…
Cried…
So I’ll always remember…
Those years…
Drugs didn’t do…
Them selves…
Like it was fashionable…
The nervous system…
Steaming from…
The abuse of…
Street life…
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 