17600
Silence of the lambs, consumer, consumption.
Devour everything, until there's nothing.
Screws loose, a head malfunction.
Narcotics, firearms, late night hooded functions.
Aromas of urine, garbage, and herbal puffing.
Money making, it's all or nothing.
Gunshots, siren sounds, them sneakers scuffing.
Holding cells overflowing, from badges handcuffing.
District attorneys and judges giving prison dressings.
Bails and bonds, it creates reversing.
Back outside, and continue purging.
This is real life, no time for rehearsing.
Life is a b!+€h, so with death I'm flirting.
She keeps winking her eye, wickedly luring.
Into the trap, the game is alluring.
Illustrious, follow the rules, no ignoring.
Penalties, lead to services in black clothing.
Only benefits, there's no health insuring.
Countless eyeballs, the streets is watching.
Those living the life, that's hard knocking.
A gamble to even, be outside walking.
No leash, do more than just barking.
Walk with a straight spine, and no yellow markings.
Yesterday is gone, tomorrow has question markings.
So whatever happens, happens today, no time pausing.
Scrape the pot, and come outside flossing.
Jealousy and envy, they always lurking.
What goes around, comes around, get what your deserving.
To stop these stomach growls, I've been endlessly working.
So mines, is coming with all the trimmings and extra servings.
