Moon rocks

trapped up in no mans land testin time with a whole lot a sand a hole lot of man right here where i stand keep the chin up for the stabbin remeber that you fuckin with a bald headed dragon keep jabbin they said my minds absent i continue makin classics in a world so tragic these mountain movers not assumers use manuevers catchin fat chips its the bolo dont trip im a pounce while you skip two broke hips and i stay fucken walkin bullshit they be talkin right there outside watchin now they outline chalked in im so dehydrated while these thirsty muthafuckas on the sideline hatin im the angel of death with a body bag waitin on you faggot muthafuckas be patient wish me dead im a take you on that right there pick a time place ill be right there bolo crazy no hair madlad with a cold stare reparations not here moon pirate face paint smear looking through a stain glass miror reflections now broken still hopin still waitin calibrate my mindstate the faces of the death must of been my blind date