Cross fade it's 1:15 at night
Two wounded worlds collide
Their frailty disguised
1500 block
He was idling there
One man's safehouse was
The other man's grave
They told him was trouble never-ending struggle
City from rez do or die was his survival mechanism
Prison wisdom no capacity just incapacitated
Strangulated by the juvenile incarceration
Segregated from the suboxone to cops own prejudice of him
This would've been a unified pessimism
But reality told him to pull the trigger
Comments (0)