The Break. . It's going to break and I can see it in your eyes,. All the choices made. You won't be looking back this time. Tell me what's left to say when it falls apart.
Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck?. Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck. Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck. Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace.
Nah, I wasn't raised at gunpoint. And I've read too many books. To distract me from the mirror. When unhappy with my looks. And I ain't got proper diction.
I'm falling up flights of stairs,. Scraping myself from the sidewalk,. Jumping from rivers to bridges,. Drowning in pure air.. . Hip hop is lying on the side of the road,.
See the picture in the hall. Framed in magic on the wall. Ain't it funny how it glows. What's on the inside. No one knows. What makes this picture. So inviting.