Every morning we congregate on top of this mass grave that we call a nation. With each step snakes w their minds imprisoned in hellfire hiss at me about taking the high ground. I try to behead them with my heel with each step.

For 15 years I looked at life as what luck did, despite my talks with myself that ended with “fuck it.” I’m talking from the time a nigga first tried to kill himself, before any effort was made to understand my mental health.

One day I smoked and drank everything and put John J in my mouth. Just to know the feel, nigga. Just to know the taste of the steel, nigga, and in any hand this put the bunnies on any real nigga. But in my mf hand this shit gon erase a gravy seal, nigga. Fuck the inbreds up in Fish and fuck the fucking 26th. Fuck Jim Kenney he frail as shit and folds too quick to suck rich dick. It’s been fuck right-wing off the rip but still liberals are more dangerous.

Sworn enemies, fake friends, I wanna kill them all.

Punk pig police fun is making niggas suffer, doing fuck all they want with they badge numbers covered. Stuck in a world constantly assessing the worth of a life, in the backward system of capitalism, I fetch a low ass price. Northeast rednecks with bats fight with police backup around the corner, marching down Girard knowing the precinct gonna escort them. Outside playing pretend soldier because they think the force will court them, standing tall on target stores thinking they snipers (and) not fucking corny. Anyone who’s on reform is really an informant. I take the bullet, you take the ballot, peaceful protest is fucking boring. Between torching PD’s and taking knees omg I choose the former. You can eat this dick and swallow the whole clip on god and on Chris Dorner.

Sworn enemies, fake friends, how can you tell the difference? (I wanna kill you all)

What I think, what I say, what I ideate: 3 weights, 3 needs to medicate. Who I am, where I am every time I wake…eyes open and again the dream was fake. Eyes open and again I’m tempting fate. Eyes open and again I am unsafe. Eyes open and again I’m on 15th seeing 20 police run toward me to protect a bank. I know where my house is, Mike. I’m tryna set a fire tonight. I wanna see a blaze that reaches a height it can lick Heaven and catch the blind eye of Christ.

Kathryn:
Who is my real family
Why should we go on
A world made for no one
Darkness can heal all

Taking you all with me
No use in running
The flames, they grow higher
Wash away your sins

Firm grip
Let fly
There’s nothing I can’t fix 
Pocket solution

No sense
No use
Now it’s just down to me
Darkness can heal all

Zula:
Knee deep on the corner, thought of freedom on it
Took rock and rolled back , threw the steez on it
Broke the chains and I told em I'll never fear
Bloody murder, sheer terror, had to hold tears 
In my liberated drip while the coast clears
Marginalized marks on the wall
Yell off the walls and rebel
Sheer terror 
Bloody murder
Tears of the ghetto

Don’t call me important, just start dying in my place.