cut yer guts out.
burn yer house down.
speak soft there're traitors around.
less time than you think,
and more hunters
with sharp wit.
i saw them coming
but still tripped.
chew my bones girl.
i came here just for you.
we would look good sleeping with the fishes.
smokin sea weed.
blowin bubbles.
couldnt help but to
forget yer toubles.
i imagine
that i could go for some romance.
something like in these songs
people write about girls with long legs and young breasts.
something fast and electric.
i want to drink myself to death listening to music.
with scratches down my back.
killing me softly with this glass pipe.
maybe my ears will quit on the job.
and i wouldn't be interupted any further,
your stupid voice breaking my thoughts in half.
i would sing.
silently about girls in love.
and pretend to be attentive to your ramblings.
finally free, like that blood red bull
with the broken neck.
the buzzing through the air
spells blood and money
we are passing favors
hand to hand
like the dealers that swarm these corners
when the lights go out
gangster rap falls over us like a blanket
i feel warm underneath
(it also might be the summer heat, just outside
kicking at the windows)
my clothes all bear stains
battle wounds even
the skin breaks letting the art settle in
slow
i can feel the breeze from the fan on my neck(not my fan of course)
a masterpiece.
we couldn't be more ecstatic.
two hundred dollars.
i could get a bottle...
"hit me up if you need somethin else, maybe a sleeve? ha ha"
"I definitely will. Thanks a lot."
"no problem"
we shake hands.
It's all in the hustle.
