Lonely

Used to

Pray to the Lord for the verses
Now its sword play till the forms in the hearses
Laid to rest
Every day
Kevin Blaine is proclaimed the best
Always dancing with death
In the sway of steps

Either from old age
Or they spray the vest
Whichever way they choose to make a mess
Every sunset that I'm not a stain
I'm blessed
They'll have to kill me
They'll never make arrest

Or lock me inside the cages
So to escape
I let the pen glide through pages
Too many demons
To clear when the sage is
Lit
That's all day
Monopoly with snakes is the game we

All play
Land on my squares
Guaranteed
They'll all pay
Right or left fork
Either side
The wrong way
Straight down the middle
That's the choice
That's appropriate
Its colder at the top of the money pile
The more we get

Used to

Pray to the Lord to forgive this
Blasphemous
Mind on the grind
Every minute's
Scratched in this
Book
When it comes to the business
Cash is in sight
Keep your mouth off your digits
Cats will ig

Nite
Infrared to the temple
Blast through dim
Night
Watch your back
Yo its simple
Learned through quick
Fight
On your toes yo
Be nimble
Or Jack will be
Quick to say a word
To the team that's gravedigging the

Ditch to lay the Nerd
In a box
With 6 pairs
Of Js
Six feet for the plots
Getting thicker than gumbo
You get from the pot
While the flame from the metal keeps the
The formula hot
I keep the brain off the

Petal of the rose when it drops
I came from the concrete
In the trenches
Where cats with the wrenches
Will leave a foul knot in your thoughts
Get it twisted
And eulogies come the Pastoral benches