The Dark Basement (true story)

laying on the ground in the basement of a lower east side squat in New York city , Angel dust still trickling in my system from the previous day , making imprints of the haunted building come to life, I lay down to hear blood curdling sounds & screams as the building is breathing with me & sending messages to me with direct contact , sounds you can not pass of to be nothing other then what it is in the moment , a bit weary of what lurks upstairs above me , I get up from it all & wait till dawn to rise as shadow figures pass outside, tired & drained I step out on the street to walk & walk on my tired feet , hours go by & by then its high noon , thinking how will I get the money to make my next move, I wind through the rat race maze intil I hit mid town nyc thinking this could be the end but the hell if il let that happen,a test of time that must be passed, I look up at the buildings & in my mind I see water bursting through all the streets, a wave of the future I felt but could not see then to rappers from the Bronx where there selling cd's , god send helpers to guide me to the right street , if it wasn't for them I might not be writing this to see .