>who's been through the same pain as i
>


who cried into the night wishin
literally in hell's kitchen.
dreamin of better days never spoke
cause speakin's bitchin
citizens disgruntled say hi, stay high,
we lookin out the corner of each other
with the same eye...
signs of breathin, nine, I'm reachin mine, minds is thinkin
watch the retinas sync to link up signs of pupils blinkin
force is intuitive, sorceresses shoot at this
foolishness immune, the fools jewelry list is useless
use this, movement,you can fuse intricate to new shit.
speak it to acoustics, jennings fingernail flinchin,
cell innervisions clinch the hellions out of hell's kitchen.
the streets smell snitchin, tellers escapin is snails inchin
the semis pointin til you drippin in red ointment
the docs dented ya dimples without a dentist appointment
D-O-A, D-E-A collectin Splinters in miniature portions
five-oh, mickey, Fed-exed a miniature fortune
manipulation of many forces
tips without sources
thick chicks in minis, in porsches
pimped from the end of the strip
to the bench on they porches....