[Verse 1] I seen a bitch named gutter slut talking to a paraplegic About violence then threw his wheelchair into the firepit A nihilist becomes a tool
that I'd like to. Slept with a stripper and prayed with a saint Asked for forgiveness then binged for days. Here's a poem that bleeds for me Stitches
Getting back by throwing block parties and basketball games A lot of cash made on Hollis Ave Fast to change, high rollers was living, Until the taskforce came A
, addicted to hearing victims screaming Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens Cause even our birthdays, are cursed days A born thug
a failure or a success story On the subway, at three in the mornin, huh Or on the corner, or up on a rooftop yawnin Meditatin upon it, lookin over a city
condescending words from a childhood past Screaming of parents from other rooms A constant Sunday afternoon affair Settle for less by losing the day Vendetta for
