fork in the corpse

working wit the so called opps/

be more a friend than the one in the stars/

shrouded in darkness/

am i the one or am i the target/

shit man i already dead inside been a carcass/

just with skin akin to the marksman/

no blood drip or crips to walk with/

after all i don’t live in a warzone i just hear the shots/

seeing a shadow it’s merely a glock/

appearing to tattle is futile u merely be squeezed an exhaust piping searing it’s hot/

my spirit is rattled but here baring arms/

stumbling drunk/

nothing to give but the sun from a gun/

left a mark with a tale he’s been dragging along chasing a grave site/

hang with the demons to witness the tears of an angel whos starved of they light/

i’ve played nice but at the same time i cannot maintain to make change dimes/