Blood in one
chemicals in the other
now, "Does this make you feel
ten times better?" She asked,
"It's true, even the most bitter
can make you feel better"
She thought to herself

- Kaya

The stench of ****, *****, and feces
immediately hit my senses
as I step over ***** syringes
and white, powdered filled baggies
the imperfect combination
of ****** and overdose
the drool dripping out of their mouths
and the sight of eyeballs rolling
into the back of heads
I see the hookers who parade around
in their birthday suits
who's bodies resembled that
of a skeletal corpse, and of course
who can forget the music
that shakes the exterior
of a cracking foundation
half-dead bodies moving and grooving
to the sound of a repetitive beat
but the irony out of all this of course
is the transaction.....
the meeting between men
the sell of deadly prescriptions
and the lost of finances
only to repeat its licentious cycle again
but this is nothing.... it's actually quite normal
in the stomping grounds of the ghetto....

Rumble strips and road trips
Drive until I catch the night
Right shoulder tears for all my fears
Thruways admit I lost the fight.

An eye for an eye
Left turn for left turn
GPSs always lie
A truth for a truth
Reroute our directions but we'll
Never regain our wasted youth.

Now again I'm drifting off
The road signs mean I'm never lost
But the rumble strip will always grind
Until I forget what I drove to find.

Highway markers flashing by
In tired hate I wonder why
Until the sun must also rise
This painful day will be reprised.

Hands off the wheel, forget to blink
This desolate night is not what you think
A split second glance in my rearview
Confirms what I already knew
For though my stance to run was wrong
There's no denying you were in the back seat all along.

Loaded up on lies, deceitful eyes.
Watching you, as they plot your demise.
Karma twisting and turning counter clock-wise.
pretend to be  your friend; its only a matter of time.
Under a disguise - jealousy replacing self-pride.
with a vengefulness that can't be denied.
so unsure of themselves, form faulty ties --
A bunch of losers,
that are losing.
A bunch of haters,
that are hating.
A bunch of cowards,
and they're fearing.
My only fear is,
it's contagious.