Slow Grind
Stop wasting time
You out here paying for cheeks
When you supposed to be killing it for free
Massaging temples
Days of them pigs hopping out is over
No flashlights in grass looking for roaches
Belly up legs squirming scribbling suicide notes
Promoted as lead single
Won’t be sold at shutdown stationary
Please hop off shallow curb
Take a splish splash in drunk puddle
Hyperbolic henny charged spit
Guaranteed to lead you to sweaty leathery abyss
Squad is hit
Like silencer shot to jugular
Bunch of regular quitters
Who forgot once you gone
No return as replacement in routine
Once vital member of team
Hastily united in search of petty cream
Can’t remember those dreams once awakened
Crooked will get you bookings
Squares straight to heaven’s gate
Across street up block round corner
Somewhere in a session
Scheming for a slice of what’s never promised
Used to think working man was a coward
When responsibility leaves you shooker
Than riding back of bus to avoid adversary
Anniversary of clapped cookout backyard bbq banger
Best friends turned strangers
Fake smiles hide anger
Still make a son doula outta innocent naïve fool
Looking to improve block resume
With pointless fuck boy twirk
Jiggling a finger feeble
Fascinated at quick fatality
Reality is you take what they give
Or you go get a slice of self definition
Healing when bleeding from fresh wound
Recover at speed of rolling up
Trust is a valuable commodity
To be exchanged for dirty currency
Inflated integrity
Instant enemy
Can’t accept compliment
Can justify grudge
Holding 2nd hand hate while standing
In 1st rate loneliness
Middle of crew condition critical as
Fresh indictments from yesteryears’ beef
All thirsty thieves and five star fools
Finding Nemo frozen fangs
Drooling baba at feet
Revenge leaves a sweet tooth
Sugar itches cavities down to rotten root
Started on trial basis
Reputation elevates with more cases
In front of racist faces
Briefcases got pawnshop golden riddle
Revealed at breakadawn
When on one
Potion or stinky plant
Bent over can barely stand
Go with direction of wind
When are you gonna try to win?
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