alone,
surrounded by scavengers, minions and sinners that call this home,
a zone full of troubles and illegal actions,
breaking down natural, but chemical findings into fractions,
i profit off their dysfunctional reactions
to chase luxury dreams
by using these fiends
that abuse the extraction of my work
to birth
higher and happier feelings,
knowing it's wrong, i still distribute the venom,
i eat like their devil when they feed him,
i'm not their leader or their relative,
hardly a resident of where they live,
our only known bond is that we are all God's kids
doing devilish skits,
forcing flashing american colors
to disrupt our cover,
hiding in disillusinal spots
on capitol known blocks,
a land of acoustic whispers and product handshakes,
speaking words only the streets can relate
and accumulate
the amounts of sins
that worries our kinds,
amping early graves
before the sun can deplete from the gray
clouds,
i'm surrounded by crooked smiles,
while mothers lose kids before the flowers can bloom in may,
before the hours can complete a day,
i'm apart of this trap, this maze
where the devil and God win, lose and tie,
where your best friend is something that cant breath, talk or lie,
in these dirty helms, death is your future and surviving is your present,
breathing is a mandatory definite,
in a place where you respect what you get,
think it's hard to make a dollar out of 15 cent,
try making close to half a mil off a dime and half a brick,
life is a hustle that we struggle with,
while our money, thoughts and emotions are toyed with by the government
and the lord test our wit,
while running from the devil and pigs keeps us fit
and smoking the ground is the only way we can escape the sick,
life's a bitch,
then you travel to underworlds of only two different dimensions,
we're already in hell, we should get into heaven