The hip-hop scene. A birth to many broken dreams
It seems the last of the genre to really care, born fiends
Crack pipes, drama and more needles to caresses
Real pain all or nothing gain, not to mention stress
So complex a human nature impossible to describe
Well maybe through these words I scribble and scribe
Dip my pen and dive… yet I have only drunk fun
Slump’s n unpaid bills, and plenty of west coast Canada sun
Shunned by true pain I feel drama in the eyes of homeless
The whelps of distress and outcall transgress the steady press
Injured and forgotten stumble across these streets…
The feats of yesterday drained on vocal cords and beats.
A delinquent in his youth, no fatherly guidance grew independent
Nature sent with a gifted brain inherited
……………………………………. Grin threw left several dents
Cement thoughts become ice sentences as cold memories flush
And the hammer that seems to crush falls with a sudden rush
I wake up with my headphones blaring,
Searing pain in eardrums a slump body in a misshapen bed
The last time my arm will fall asleep with red marks
Can barely move the fucking thing…
As I ignore my college roommates remarks