gliding through
those dangerous yellow lights
stepping outside
the smoke-filled highways
entering into a relapse
hazy chemicals started creeping in
black stairwell standing thin
with a balcony audience; telescopic justice
cctv cameras with red dots flashing
fearful, slugging away the underworld
malcontents
but ******* those lips were made for
mine
they were made for figuring out
starcharts; territorial exercise
executing movements, kamikaze sake
whirling death
where you'd definitely put it on repeat
looper paradise
steal the narcotic shockers
and donate it to this poor
soul, Pablo Escobar
even if you exit through
the shadows
maybe i'd still find you
biochemical traces
neon-covered faces
in those dangerous yellow lights