Ya get a first hand glimpse
My ten cents presents
The feature presentation
To minds so dense
Who lack the resignation
To face the facts
That the contract they signed
Would cause the cracks
In their walls
And push their tracks
Back to the ledge
Where the edges fall
Just to break the balls
Of the players and haters
That I came and saw
And uncovered the tracks
Of all the nomads
Who broke backs
And wrote raps
That soaked in the notepads
And spoke to the hopeless saps
That fell to the floor
Flat up on they ass
They go back to shut the door
That came open fast
And the Chester drawer
Got pulled back
And revealed the crack in the glass
As the feelings passed
I shot the caps off the wigs of the pigs that trapped
the victims in the system and caused a collision
Along the road map and blurred the vision
Of all who spoke crap as it made the incision
On the neck of the folk that heard the joke
But couldn't laugh due to the blood that dried up
Like hard mud inside the throats of the blokes
That suffocate on the stuff that smokes up
And blows out the nose of the Merc that lit it up
Despite those that sucked all the vapors up
And tasted the flavors of the major drugs
That passed through the systems of the neighborhood
And cracked liked the wood when I split the bat
On the skulls of the people that I've beaten bad
And took the pieces left whatever they had
It be repressed to the distant past
That echos the song of a broken cast
That belongs to the world renowned
The blast of the bomb sounds throughout the crowd
The shroud covered the face of the ladies cowl
And for the sake of the rest of the voices
Loud noises at the center of the blast
The bad choices made keep coming back
To haunt the host like a ghost of a broken past
