word is born
out the mouth of the darkness
that which opens and never closes
that which, consumes mans in
the true fashion of hopelessness
important, refuse bliss at the cost of life
i splatter my blood against the sidewalk
this the sight, of the next level
an entrance way, for only one body
unless i depart with a shotti
then mans is gettin taken wit me
but we got different paths
i laugh, when them guns comin at me
cause i know that they know street shit is all they ever had
but word is born out the darkness and dropped onto lighter paths