Steve-O Creep - Sounds of a Dying State II

Grey skies
Shield my fuckin city from the sight of God
Wakin up and wonder
If you gotta up a pole or not
Fentanyl
Humans trafficked through the
Dirty halls
Big Clothes
Hidin big guns
Big bag fulla drugs
Creeps, Killa's, thugs
Laws are like suggestions
9mil smith and Wesson
Set up chick , she a blessin'
Smokin, sippin, reckless
jus got a brand new vest bitch
Broken souls, you sense it
Walkin through the ruins
We sin and keep it movin
Not a thing to fuckin prove
Not a penny we can spare
Not a laugh heard in the air
And I love it
The pain and honest rain
The killings leavin stains
Yeah I love it
The things you can't explain
The feeling nothings changed
I fuckin love it
Drugs and demons run with
Heathens
Murder with no rhyme or reason
The Absence of a promised life
The lies we tell to make it right

Written by:
Steven Reese

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