Abominable accident of brilliance,
apocalyptic excellence negligent of me, us, we.
God or coincidence?
Doesn't matter, what matters is the matter at hand.
Matter,energy equals mass times the speed of light.
We, us, me.
E=MC squared, the air is evil here.
Scared, pretending to embellish this disaster, choosing to fake it,
young ladies risking everything sacred to make it.
loose women and crack spots = gun shots.
Get the money to get the woman, so you can get shot
by the same one you grew up with,
playing football in abandoned lots.
The same woman you get the money for
is dying herself from having unprotected sex
with different hustlers with the same way of thinking.
What a catch twenty two,
us, me, we, you.
Copyright © 2011 Daunt'e Loper