scabies and gentleman
|
from all the way in the back of the foodstamp line
|
and straight outta motherfuckin' lo-cash
|
that crackrocksteady beat drums on
|
so raise your motherfuckin' pipes in the air
|
for the good, the bad & the leftover crack
|
|
|
ya got yer midnight dragon yer dope and yer dust
|
yer skin rots away & yer mind & soul rust
|
yer solutions all splinter, but the pain is ok
|
'cuz yer brain is all numb as yer body decays
|
i feel that long black cloud, it's coming down
|
|
9th & C
|
|
everything i do in life slowly takes it's toll
|
the bad decisions that i make seem out of my control
|
and growing up in NYC it never was much fun
|
ther fumes are like a pack a day & buildings block the sun
|
|
fuck the sun that cloud is coming down
|
|
9th & C
|
|
you never were much fun to me
|
you stab & tell me not to bleed
|
you evict the youth right out of me
|
|
-----------------
|
Homeo-Apathy
|
Leftover Crack |