2.11.

In Eastern allies
long forgotten
streets
21 diamonds
watched over me

I’m a ***** with a
switchblade for a
mouth
My words are sharp
Im cutting it up

On the run
On the run
Silhouette with
a gun
Golden coffins
Savage paths
leading
privilege ways
High class
cemeteries
Written on graves
“ From debt to death
   prices were paid”

Seven times I saw
the darkness take the
sky
Through heavens
eyes
Your eyes fit
together
with mine

On the rise
On the rise
Arrested again
in a fist fight
I’m a loose end
in time
Inhaling cigarette
after cigarette
in the ashtray
dusk to dawn
burning away
Ashes of
another day
turned
its last page