You remember that last time we talked,
stalking tall, can lacking, screaming cross street
and balking at the kids jay walking
like they had license for knocking on doors
they had no business strolling toward?
That shit was crazy, wanting to make them
babies given they don't know up from
being lazy when the streets get wavy and
the only thing you know is no one knows
who someone knows in the pack. Knives out
when we attack and if it's not tonight
it's going to be out back where you work and
clap clap clap.
Reload inside the middle of the road the pack
is one and many against just is not fun,
howl the same, play the game, take on one
then run away. This time, just this, take a name,
do some search, do some work, the only limit
is the face of the Earth. I'll find you out and
shout your name, you may not know, but the game
doesn't end when I give up to numbers.
Skirting the field, polishing the shield,
you've got range, but I've got wield.
And the day will come when I'm done with business,
and I'll tap your shoulder and "Da fuck is this"
will come out your mouth and I'll be out
from the side of your stomach to the top of your teeth,
on the ground, lay sound, I'll leave
the door closed and the handle locked,
neat and tidy like some kind of oscar heeled thief.
