My rhythm like the little drummer boy.
I got a beat when I'm running from the cops.
Catch me rushing from fence to
Fence.
I only halt for the pink flowers in the ***.

The summer lady went and cursed my name,
'Cause my presence was offensive.
I felt rejected by her
Glasses and the lenses.

The sound of the sirens always sort of
Felt hurtful.
They speed so fast, they blind my eyes with their purple.

Blue and red flashes.

You know, I give a show for the masses.

The sun always sets slower than molasses.

I found a rose in her garden.
The same color that the bullet's gonna give me.
And for an addict, you know they have no pity.

I just pray I trail blood through the city.