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.:Road to no... mostly:.
As it all unfurls. Welcome to my world
What you’ll find? The times, alotta times unkind
Oft times the repercussions from bad boy nights
Amber liquids mixed with amber lights
Not quite right when they meet up with them red eyes
Wannabe wise guys…
The ones looking to not slow down for nothing
Here is where the common creep is steep
that “come-up”…a climb-up with
intentions to reap. But most the time
just another “not so good” fight
thrown in, it’s what we sight…
Another sawed-off gone off into the night
Perhaps tonight…just more of that blight
The flipped script wherein
things weren’t meant to go right
As it all unfurls.
Next thing known is war of the worlds
It’s onto another bad bite
This one another one with that devil’s kiss
You know some just love to get pissed…others?
Looking for that exit ‘cause
There 'art the bliss…Behind it?
Trouble indicating that it just won’t miss
Death…is a smirk… a wink, a nod
Where full metal jackets can’t protect the whole bod
Here where the attitude often shows itself rude
The kickback? The laying down of another dude
All dependent upon who’s the host or
Who want it most or
Who’s to be left standing?
That’s because them curb creepers
Them & their weapons be so demanding
It’s the heat they be fanning
Keeping a bad taste; a salt taste in they mouth
Sloshing it ‘round with they amber liquor
Gats gripped pistols smaller, some a bit bigger
Like tats on them asses of gold diggers
Now adding on the yin & yang of
young incorrigible figures
Figuring they’re some type of
concrete defenders
We see ‘em leaning into the ongoing chaos
Working it pretty hard
trying us with all they malice
Never learning how they all hyped by they yearning
Craving for they last day in this world
Sums here getting at it watching it all unfurl
In the end…pouring our own blood onto that concrete
adding those last few drops of some fancy tequila
Life & death, a trip; Call it a real deal killer
Wherein short lived is any worthwhile apathy
There’s no empathy for broke minds with big talk
Wherein one never ever.. Rarely safely walks
All of it going down whilst the Grim Reaper stalks
This is a happening that blows the mind
The same shit every bit and it’s
happening all the time
Published 2nd May 2013
| Edited 26th Jun 2013
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Anonymous
2nd May 2013 9:08pm
All the time for sure kriticool....strider
8th May 2013 6:22pm
cn almost set a clock by it.. work for change
I mean, what cn we do
thanks for sharin ur time
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8th May 2013 3:11am
man am I diggin this...spoken in the language of the underbelly...strong and vivid writing...the saga of the streets flows abundantly through your quill...
8th May 2013 6:24pm
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yeah N. i got memories.. some of 'em are current
thanks for linkin in
appreciate it
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yeah N. i got memories.. some of 'em are current
thanks for linkin in
appreciate it
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