The first time i had ***, I had done it only out of curiosity.
After it was done, I felt nothing but the need to wash her body off of mine.
I watched her mess roll off of me, the way black sock lint would in water.
She didn't clog the drain.
She dint stick to me like the lint did.

Ah, but you know you ****** her too
And you ****** her good

But how many times did she *******?

Baby spit a rhyme for me just like you spit into that *****
but this time spit something of value
something worth listening to

Done with your vacant words & oblivious actions

because maybe you're good at spitting a rhyme
but not good at taking a stance.

Flip flopping between respect and hate
better yet take your words to the grave

And maybe all you're good for is cuming
but not coming around to actually loving

This city has changed
People are strange, perceptions, deranged.
Its inhabitants stained, weak minded and frail.
broken hearts going stale.
Promiscuous minds wander the streets,
frivolity calls, idle minds weep.
Blazing past the anguish,
the glass persona of society creeps.
Selling soul, for a moment’s grace,
to shame that tattoos without a trace.
Withering away into another day,
humility sings songs of disgrace.
Ignorant and blind scurrying to find
a companion to vivify their lonely day.
Drowned in blood in alcohol, in mud,
stripped to the bone, they cry in vain.

Never was this the way it is.
A new face now hides the bliss.
The shadows are hollow, destitute is joy,
inhibition has blown it’s final kiss.
Dead by day, ***** by night,
used and abused in all their spite,
torn between what’s wrong and right.
Sin wreaks from their skin,
lust and avarice, the envy of hubris.
Lost in profanity, autonomous reality
still cursed and proud, still unknown.
Beats of madness and colors insane
rekindle debauchery, revive the pain.
Controlled by debt, everything is a borrowed lie.
Alive they are useless, life is a disease
living is horror, only death brings ease.