Brick Pollitt Flow

Man-made mood, what a hive of evil, too dark, cruel and it frightens people
Keep to self, everything I see through, buy some booze and I might go near you
Long ride, brace, for a trip to new views, pitfalls prowl, in a rush to school you
Too perverse, punishing the true blue, what to do but embrace the lose-lose

Pick up truck, rust in the bones and breathing dust, road is a home, and
Wind picks up, preyed by the loaning, drastic means, ain't no breath for zoning
Averse to hype, never been too spoiled, grounded type, energy from soil
Low key, lethal, be like sawed off, Comanche type, enemy with all y'all

Fuck your spark, giving Zeus the deuces, jokes too dark, too much work to loosen
Bottle prone, mourning, bruised, Brick, fam dissolved, Hot Tin Roof-ing
Jagged man, bet I lost my couth and, scrapped all plans, frost of truth and
Smithed more lines but I had no proof, so I found a booth and I blew the roof off

I've waited til the machete was a century past what's deemed ready
Steeped in the spirit of bar heavy and rhyme deadly
Til teeth beg me to stop, steady, deep in a dream I'll beast Freddie,
What I imagine is instantly fleshed out do you get me, I'm nice