when.the.lightss go out

I'm.a thrilla killa two shots to.ya dome leave like slone speech slurred your words paused then gone at the break of dawn outside dancing with these gnomes gettin straight blown laid back relaxed forget about the now and leave the past so fast my life got turned upside down was the only sound i found on this slip and fall walls as they still call our names but it still ain't the same after all they mad cause we. well played get to skeetin on the path that's well beaten at there own games cause we use our own brains in the same way but a tad bit smarter than any other ol plain jane on the same plain doing the same thang but in a bodybag swimming upstate as we debate the issues with our world but it's not fake trying make ends meet with this 9 to 5 slave to the grind and pound it out on the ground as it makes no sound it's so profound as it draws a crowd and I raise my brow and wipe dat Ivory frost from my mouth drip to hard as I hit the town happy as a lark beaten doom by the dark it's not the dark I'm afraid to embark it's am what is in that journey that has me worried