Aug 03 2009
∞
Training Day
Syrup and space like Houston
My mind playin tricks on me
Bipolar
Like a bipartisan political party
And I run this motherfucker
Like Alonzo in Training Day
But I don’t get air conditioned
More likely I’m chopping the AK
And now I’m chopping the body
Trash bags and lye
I never use the bathtub
Didn’t you ever wonder why?
In my nightmares I look down the drain
See some poor guy
Or the goo that’s left of him
Looking me eye to eye
He follows me around
Can’t sleep
Can’t cope
Loco hasta la muerte
Carved in a stone in Mt. Hope
-Ghost Writer
