ghetto genius(written 1999 or 2000, i don’t nemember)

Dwelling in the backwards glance
of a moving target
i prance demanding ransom
in cash like i'm retarded
my life's been martyred
i clash with pasts i keep
heavily guarded
consolidated and okayed it
in a  dead state to myself elated
dearly departed
but alive cause the
world could dream us
with two hot heaters
four bags of dope and
a six inch penis
come hear the screams
of a broken ghetto genius
release of anger
on an unsuspecting stranger
your lifes in danger
feel the kiss of a loaded chamber