D. Rotten - Clones

All clones living out the flesh like a dog bone
Life's a good teacher but the lessons get lost though
I question why we all hard pressed for survival
We living to die and we stressed by the cycle
One meets death, other pressed by the five-o
The rest step by slow, steps on the high-ropes
Roll by, dope by the pack and a hot piece
Grams of the rock, bag full of Oxys
Gun look like early 1900s, tuck it
Stains on the jeans because the barrel is rusted
Eyeing police through the crack in that windshield
Scraping wax bags til the skin peel back
Life lacking the depth so we acting like big deals
Praying to that glass as the drinks spill. Splash till ya can't feel
Move with mad drugs stuffed in that brown paper bag where that kids meal was
Powder
Straight over the state line streaked on ceramic same color as the canines teeth
Dateline streets where they mainline leak
OD scenes bleaker than their gravesight be
Pay pride in greed. Tax all the purchases
Fentanyl gets pressed, passed off as Percocet
Casual murder threats pull with a firm hold
Bout as beautiful as a burn hole
And we burning out the circuitry
Circus acts perplexing as the murder scene. Absurdities
Terminally tied teens, curse em with maternity
And babies get exposed to that mercury perfectly
And we ain't telling to cops shit
You'll get checked just for breathing like a finger to a top lip
Got sick walking in some toxic commons
Sound of Street dweller coughs sick, bleeding from their optics
Living to die and we stressed from the cycle
I question why we all hard pressed for survival
Life's a good teacher but the lessons get lost though
All clones, living out the flesh like a dog bone

Written by:
Euneka Trufant

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