Skyscraper high projects
steppin out from concretes
like spirit trees
glass falling, all these people runnin
bricks falling, people falling
flying like squirrels in mid air
I can't help but to stare
waive my guns in the air
shoot them down like Nintendo's duck hunt
pehew pehew
see my prayer B B gun
shot you son
baby, I got you son
falling straight down from the clouds
you into my arms.
dilapidated, no shit!
constipated mouth
standing here stout
here you are all pout ited...
I am here all relaxed ited
I am here all relieved ited..
I got no pain
now that my baby boy
is home was diggin through my fridge
sittin on the couch
can you dig?
He was diggin in my fridge
can you dig?
He said with ham and cheese samwich in hand..
"Miss you pops."
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