sinners Trash

Cop sirens steal the-silent night red ring around the moon force’s my chakra to ignite And all these barking dogs have my nerves uptight ready to shoot a shot ending their life’s on site a shit show meltdown is on the verge tonight maintain my composer to stop the fight within me fuled up just might i stand on my own My state of being awake kick ass and taking names broken ass house with disaster around Stupid shit that used to have life once was mine Sentimental values burnt up in the fire for whoever desire People stealing whatever comes there way Crackheads moved in not paying to stay Empty piles of clothes that were supposed to stay untouched Kids belonging thrown in pits and burnt to crisp Loud music and a Bluetooth speaker seem the only thing to get me through this shit rethinking my urge to burn the whole place down in just a bit I still pull up uninvited real shit and ready for some kinds of confrontational episidode to take place So much pain in this place and still was able to stay damn sane trampoline my kids used to play on still remains. I miss them so much each day A lot has changed it was a rat cage never thought i would get up that pace and exscape the race f****** clown show all circus act but aint making no money for their show cuz they all on crack zombies of the walking dead gun shot to the the head! so glad i excited that yard of dead body remains gave me the creeps to smell something that deeply strange i’m sleeping with one eye open always on guard and uptight can’t relax around that and thats a fact