The rock forms around the water – individuality is dead, society became duplicated – the printer, prints; never slowing to decide on its ethical stand – conformists. Living within a world we look to television for our fashion – the personality doesn’t blossom as it previously had, the pedals drift in the wind – negativity remains. strong hate stays, They’re marching in a single-fashion, their one size boots hitting the ground with vigorousness – the blue jacket stands out in the darkness. The soul, searching for different, never quite finding the spark; they see dead frowns mass produced; eyes appear sad, overworked, overused, their face is old, and hungering for another fix. Time continues and shall bring change, the junkies die, the dealer’s find a bullet – their organs, fail and their bodies shake – A pipe falls to the ground, hitting the ground with a sweet release, the shadow comes out, and sinks beneath -Danced with the devil, He overcame their mind with ease, and destroyed the GAME. One by one, they met their fate.
Crack floods the streets spreading out like a web, white, expensive and addictive. Affecting those in it’s area, prayed upon by the spider – vicious and heartless. Music vibrates and enjoyed by the arachnid… he becomes more vicious, more demanding, he lifts the table in a tantrum, scaring those around, showing the concrete jungle that he’s the man to fear – The vibrations heighten the ego it progresses dangerously high, dangerously fast. furthering the destruction within their community. Building crumble as they’re built. Lives end as they begin to walk. And yet we hope things will become better, but they were better, time passed and we overlooked it.
The crack pipe becomes hot; the crack depleted – The piles of money grow to “beautiful heights”, car’s get more expensive and have more functions that aren’t used, never admired – They’re forgetting what they’ve learned, before their innocence was quickly taken away… subjected to a street life, that’s taken away their uniqueness, free-will. Another sold soul. Another soul bought by the devil himself. In an art form that was suppose to uplift the community within rather than become mainstream and lead them astray.
They’re in a robotic-state, operating on a mere level, operating by incentive, chasing a bill that will never arrive, never hold for a long duration, everything in a “trap life” has an expiry date. Including lives.
their soul’s become devil-bound, their eyes become deepened, bloodshot, their grip tightens, as they’re wielding their firearm – Rapper’s fighting to be heard, drug dealer’s fighting to be seem. The crack man, want’s death, his next fix – but never repairs anything – he want’s to fade away… death’s becoming vast, across Canada, crack strengthens, mixed with fentanyl… the bodies begin to stack, they begin to heighten; bodies shake, their heart seizes, their heart stops pumping as it did… but still the drug dealer heighten his “flow”, because that’s all he’s grown to know. He values money because it will fulfill’s him, while his soul saddens, walks amongst the Earth with a hallow frown. Looking, searching for more… but never getting the more it wants, it needs.
Crack floods the streets, spreading out like a web, affecting those in it, prayed upon by the spider, black, and cold – pockets become large. music vibrates and enjoyed by the arachnid… Heightening the ego, furthering the destruction, the crack pipe becomes hot; the crack depleted – The piles of money grow, their families prosper, their soul’s become devilish, their eyes grow deep, their eyes bloodshot, their grip tightens – Rapper’s fighting to be seen, drug dealer’s fighting to be seen, the crack man, want’s death, his next fix – but never repairs anything – he want’s to fade away… death’s becoming vast, across Canada, crack strengthens, mixed with fentanyl… the bodies begin to stack, they begin to heighten; bodies shake, their heart seizes, their heart stops pumping as it did… but still the drug dealer heighten his “flow”.