Condoms, oil burners, shattered glass

The homeless homies homemade ****…

Now Chris can't sit still in class

Pounding the pavement with kisses to heaven

All hustlers sell

Dipping Dots

Wrapped in latex

Liquid to vapor overkills

The loss of will

From after parties after hours

Romancing the ******

On the corner

**** hits / schisms / victims;

Asphalt littered with

Shattered flowers

Them chicks on the streets

Ladies of the night

Its matter of fact

Mr. Hightower / boulevard's class

For the hard ***

**** poor "G" learning how

To trample through his ghetto

As she masters each one

******* / hand - jive and mashed

Chris and his gang

Up for sale (hot-**** **** jello *****)

For white Hyperion and

Black, mellow minutes cached

Out / yellow bellied / thin

Such barefooted souls /

No Marrow

Easiest to break

When already hollow...

Spirit without a light to follow

Never will live beyond

Their sorrow /

Nor see another tomorrow…