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