The crucible's hot.
No juice in my bag.
Know this and more;
hobble off in shame
(they're comin' for you).

No piss in my pot.
No shit in my brains.
You criminal,
bow before you beg
(insufferable youth).

No Christuhmas house.
Long boots and a cane
come through the door.
Now, the law be bred
(they're comin' for you).

Police in the park.
No sleep in the beds.
Know this and more;
powder points the blame
(say something that's new).

04/17/2008

Posted on 04/17/2008
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