Rap Per Cushions

yaw rap per cushions red like muffled punches by the fuzz who stops speeding bullets engraved on their tombstone, a family made bringing safe streets to the older folks... yay man, the sin cup pay shun stuttered like a nervous kid, or ma self as a scared sullen boy, the nerdy geek, who felt the wrath of bullies branding words burning the psychic flesh of this then scapegoat. yaw rap per cushions again my faithful friend out on the streets where peeps do meet got to come clean living in the land of mean working as a village king this nervous kid is full grown like a bat to the ball I stand up ten feet tall used to be used to it last time I checked was a rooster feeling the pain in my brain they say I got a nervous twitch while I wind up in a ditch what's my next pitch the stereo is playing our favorite song can't we all just get along flirting with fire in the midnight hour coming down to the wire a gun for hire rap is for suckers making other plans this homeboy is working on his tan