4 corners starin' hard at the kid... for 4 quarters i whole heartily lived in this myth and in that mist of emotion - openly sinned so when you open lee up you get a Cardinal gift. it's a booth full of closure... suit stitched in culture... too stiff for one dance and - still movin' closer poser - to a vulture... still a-top his game tho'... birds eye view / the strangle hold havin' him strangled. that, why lie - i need a beer sign 'cause one wrong move - pops & i was the same guy. dramatize the line to bring clarity to 'what if'... 'cause what if this is all aligned until my mom die? thoughts heavy - carry weight of nine lives the cats stress over, wait, i'm more a nine five '95 / that work / or an earthquake... triple entendre - y'all crack'n off freebase. i write hits in my sleep & then they sleep on 'em piece by piece, i peak boredom - think cautious 'cause if i cross a line... there's line of crosses 'round corners... Sunday morning, ya' family mourning... ...heed the warning. BIG at 5:46... who's this pagin' lee, impatiently in need of a fix? i'm gettin' pissed at these idiots i meet in the mix always wantin' free drugs - over freedom to live. [ "back to my room..." ] sold souls to the highest of addicts how they manage to get over wasn't thoughts to be havin' had it better than the average has-been in the traffic laughin' as it all crumble to ashes - God damnit... [ "back to my room..." ] past flashes of greatness practiced... too late to panic, at the disco dancin'... ampin' to let this go - manic depressive... only thing i ask... is you give that man in my mirror the message. [ "back to my room..." ] i was in those 4 corners for 4 quarters only there for your orders... fuck all these poor George's... this pen writes life as it move forward... but back to my room 'til i feel like i'm more important.

lost sanity / paced walk profanity watch stars come out - when i cut-off the canopy no amity - Mark Antony... Cleopatra goin' backwards demandin' me...tah... and the man in me see - opportunity long shot long gone a Mom-n-Pop shop we all watch now a new plot dig the grave of a new flock but only if they spread wings - aligned to new tops no more red & blue or the hue of a yellow green mellow fiends find they recoup to ketamine let it seem helpful to melt through a settled scene but never settle in 'til the metal starts meddlin' holdin' points at gun-point - uppin' what's clipped in yet can't tell you how damaged the clip is at some point, someone HAD to clip them 'cause spread wings says things words can't fit in. -- whispers in the darkness arson drawn arches only gate opened hates martyrs 9th Gate scholar Johnny Depp wit' honors 21 Jumpstreet - where junk pumps harder slumped in white collar lost in a boardroom / core truth every addict resemble the old you i don't need to hold you to those type of standards but damn, at some point... ...ya' mannerisms are gonna' have to matter.