Street Ghost

     "The streets is like a haunted house that contain a ghost
Ready to escape arrest like an alien host,
      "Coming out the chest plate, bringing the heart and Newport lung
Giving that explosive feeling like a double-barreled shotgun,

      "The shock to the brain sends an email to the ass
Now draws is filling up with shit real goddamn fast,
      "Mixed with the flow of golden piss
Death has a way of making our bowels hiss,

      "By the Devil's sinister given miracle
I survived and now stretched out in a hospital,
      "Tubes in my ass looking like the Borg
But the Grim Reaper still hovers over me swinging the sword,

      "I know I'm only a flatline away
Of living my last funky ass day,
      "And if it's my final electric slide on this Earth
It will be in agonizing medicated hurt,

      "Only meaning I was finally caught by the beast
The price paid living in these drug dealing streets,
      "Hanging on the corner like a stop light
All motherfuckin day and all motherfuckin night,

      "Real estate in which wasted time is my rent
Owning nothing but my draws I haven't changed yet,
      "Three days continuously-with a funk going strong
 I wash with possible prosperity because these streets are my home,

      "In the corner store alley is where I piss and shit
Or let a two-dollar ho' lip lock on my dick,
      "The release of cum always ease my paranoid mind
Another dollar added-now she's letting me fuck her raw from behind,

      "Afterwards she walks away cum-dripping into the dark
As a neighbor's dog begins to bark,
      "Suddenly there is a click followed by a shotgun blast
Now I'm face down with my draws hanging off my ass".