Sitting Squatting waiting rotting

hopefully spotting that screen on these machines i been watching

cuz green is a means to the escape i been plotting

and jotting these thoughts i sketch about gettin caught

cuz heats been brought to the streets of dupont

so shady

and the shade of the trees is not what i mean

this spot is now shot

jumpout cops undercovers come from underneath rocks

circlin the blocks got the circle on lock

as the temperature rises on the other banks clock

another notch higher

i grab my stuff all my bags stuffed with razors and pliers

audio video wires mp3 cds's out dated club flyers

and yes all my attire

i hire a cab rent a room spend an entire days pay

am i playin with fire?

if i lie to myself does that make me a liar?

i confess my situation is dire

yet this wire i walk wears thin

climbin bean stalks i cant ever win

yet i plan again and again

yet im where i begin

all caught in, my old skin, my old scars

now its all about cards

credit not debit, powder and hard

pharmacuetical oh so beautiful magic little shards

and dive bars, and hotels

oh i know it so well, its so swell,

indulging in my own hell

but dont tell no one i fell

well, well, here i am at this crossroads, its this famliar decision

incisions so freakin old

envision livin different but i just dont know

right now i just need somethin cold

so i cant even finish this poem