FLAGS BLOWING,CARS PASSING,DUST COLLECTING.
MOLD GROWING,LEAVES BLOWING,HORNS HONKING.
F.E.D.S KICKING DOWN YOUR DOOR.
SHOVING YOU TO THE FLOOR.CALLING YOUR MAMA A WHORE.
TOO MUCH DISRESPECT,FOR THAT THERES NO CURE.
OVERRUN PRISONS,EVEYONE INMATE SPORTING ORANGE.
PLAY TWO HANDS BET IT ALL.
SOONER OR LATER YOUR BLUFF THEL'LL CALL.
TWO OUTTA THREE AIN'T BAD.
YET IT ONLY TAKES ONE PUNK TO MAKE YOU MAD.
I OBSERVE IN SILENCE TAKING IT ALL IN.
BELIEVE ME NO ONE WILL WIN AT THE HAND OF SIN.
I PASS MY TIMES WRITING RHYMES.
IRONICALLY ENOUGH I PORTRAIT "MY TIMES.
HOW I LIVED MAY SOUND TRIFE BUT WIPE A COUPLE TEARS,
AWAY FROM THE PAIN.
YOU WILL GAIN A BETTER VIEW OF MY WORLD FROM BEHIND MY EYES.