Crooked Views in the Ciy-datec

Hold me tight, gaze at the spires, twisting high,

Circle the block, see the city in a crooked eye.

Nothing's new, just the game, homie,

Own the night, own the pain, the story unspoken.

Stacking ownage, papers in the wind, a silent crusade,

Obie screams, under neon gleams, shadows parade.

Smoking on juice, herbs in the mist, foggy trails,

Snorkel look, deep in the lake, myth in the tales.

How long you flying, crossing the barbarian sky?

Ruling streets, burning weeks, city’s lullaby.

Double rag city, pearls in the cracks, streets that glow,

Where dreams get jacked, survival's act, shadows grow.

Is it romance or fire, streets burning mad,

Walking through the maze, hopes of a dream to be had.

Save for a moment, game tight, real tight,

Gameplay of the night, shadows in the limelight.

Hobby calls, biarch falls, pine trees shade,

Money grows, patience shows, in the game we played.

Love makes her swell, far from the love lost,

Threads of the myth, at what cost, what’s the real gloss?

Walking around, mind unbound, city’s own,

Moments stolen, stories told, flesh and bone.

Hold me close, look at the church from a crooked view,

Nothing’s new, just the game, in shades of blue.

Rolex faces get your tube let go .