Noises Plus Trains
Noises plus trains
against mad streets and even delusional guests
Past the wicker chair with my mind i can make it rock
back to past forth to future
Gather the cries of gangs
Colors for respect when status is so low?
But back in reality there's Chaos mixed with fear
Roses bloom just to die
Yellow balloons cascade gray skies
How we make artificial at its best
To seeds we've grown are genetically modified
Only to Hereditary loss
Welcome to 5th street
The place everybody knows
Pimps hookers hoes all under the age of fifteen
More pathetic: Martin Luther King blvd.
His dream is a funny little nightmare
ha ha about the sour junkies that call it home
Blood is a sexy scent when not split on purpose
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