CuttenHeadz
03-06-2004, 09:15 AM
Brisk winds slice tha faces of slick friends-
who driften on graveyard shifts to get
ends-
and get in sticky situations that often turn tradgedous-
blaren sirens,flashen lights
and badges is asken many questions-
sins be reckless,men be stressen getten broke down
in many sections-
plenty sex lessons get taught by ladys who sold they souls for high priced
powder-
plus quiet talks of drug wars be screamen out white power-
devouren black
bodies withen tha grips of night hours-
a slight shower of rainfall wouldnt stop em from
getten tha cane' yall-
once wise elder now walken around with brains clogged-
hiden
out with genie lamps inhalen a strange fog-
tha same song replayed over and over
again-
rollen boulders controllen tha souls of men-
so U gonna sink if U slow to
swim--
plus Im noticen.....
Everybody tryen to get paid-
tryen to get saved-
or
walken arond high in a daze-
from dimes to tha tres'-
its like tha life of crime is a
maze-
Watchen ya money double while ya judgement gets muddled and
murky--
confused,pep in ya step--
ducken tha blues-
aint tryen to get thrown in
cuffs,liven wit convicts--
and all that other nonsense--
dont draw too much attention,and
must I mention--
betta be saven every penny cuz' aint no pension--
or healthcare,forget
liven on welfare--
but aint too many jobs circulaten so its more like hell here--
tha fiends
nose still snotty when they creep to beg for money or stealen probably--
while U hide and
peek at tha block from ya builden's lobby--
hand to hand appointments with those who
tweaken and feelen groggy--
just tha paranoia--
of getten snatched makes ya reality
shatter--
and more times then not may make sum blood splatter on tha
sidewalk--
outlined in chalk--
one divine now just another victim to tha lessons crime
taught.....
CuttenHeadz aka Soular Flarez
who driften on graveyard shifts to get
ends-
and get in sticky situations that often turn tradgedous-
blaren sirens,flashen lights
and badges is asken many questions-
sins be reckless,men be stressen getten broke down
in many sections-
plenty sex lessons get taught by ladys who sold they souls for high priced
powder-
plus quiet talks of drug wars be screamen out white power-
devouren black
bodies withen tha grips of night hours-
a slight shower of rainfall wouldnt stop em from
getten tha cane' yall-
once wise elder now walken around with brains clogged-
hiden
out with genie lamps inhalen a strange fog-
tha same song replayed over and over
again-
rollen boulders controllen tha souls of men-
so U gonna sink if U slow to
swim--
plus Im noticen.....
Everybody tryen to get paid-
tryen to get saved-
or
walken arond high in a daze-
from dimes to tha tres'-
its like tha life of crime is a
maze-
Watchen ya money double while ya judgement gets muddled and
murky--
confused,pep in ya step--
ducken tha blues-
aint tryen to get thrown in
cuffs,liven wit convicts--
and all that other nonsense--
dont draw too much attention,and
must I mention--
betta be saven every penny cuz' aint no pension--
or healthcare,forget
liven on welfare--
but aint too many jobs circulaten so its more like hell here--
tha fiends
nose still snotty when they creep to beg for money or stealen probably--
while U hide and
peek at tha block from ya builden's lobby--
hand to hand appointments with those who
tweaken and feelen groggy--
just tha paranoia--
of getten snatched makes ya reality
shatter--
and more times then not may make sum blood splatter on tha
sidewalk--
outlined in chalk--
one divine now just another victim to tha lessons crime
taught.....
CuttenHeadz aka Soular Flarez