Life seen through the lens of an MGM musical,
Shattered expectations, Dope sick nation,
Cinderellas glass slipper turned to a glass pipe
Scavenger hunts through the pillbox,
Disillusionment reporting live from the culdesacs,
Not enough painkillers, not enough numbness,
Spent last night in Soho, now feel I’m being haunted,
Cruise controlling past temptations that afflict niggas,
Clogged arteries from frozen dinners, the benefits of grind culture,
Passing by funeral homes with my face on the coming soon poster,
Reminds me of reoccurring dreams that resemble Stephen King horror flicks,
I’m in a supermarket locked inside with the Buffalo shooter, outside is The Mist,
Elder said the red clay come from all the blood soaked,
From those on their native soil that got poached,
Self-medicating in the form of dive bar blackouts,
Part-time vilginate pointing binoculars at a trap house,
Watchful from those Secret Windows, dissension is their motives,
Happy endings have a quota,
Took the scenic route to a dead end,
Millennial crusaders, technology stifled the adventurous ,
No reservations the only element of surprise,
Our so called monsters never lived up to the hype,
Social isolation led to the pandering of thoughts,
Only hollow walls in an echo chamber, There’s no unity in full circles,
Bad choices are traditional, Victims of obscurity,
Why debate purity, when it’s origins are based around a myth, Scheming is an art form, dedication to a lifelong grift, the homebase for politics.