This one's for you The hoes, I woke in bed with a spade in my woman Watching people lying dying in the on the rugs Pyjamas blue and lights electric yellow at the end of my words Gold rings everywhere notebook on the floor My brother looking in the courtroom saw nothing inside Fear running slowly in the overcrowded graveyard Far away a bunch of bills yelling to the deep sin A car seller stabbed in the back litter covering the mould Paper flying around me unknowing where they go The foundations of crumbling houses made of blood red frames Killers crawling on ceilings followers swimming in gutters I wonder why the stuntmen don’t respond to my questions