I bleed liquid gold and slur speech in a cryptic code
My feet slipping on this twisted road
Only the mystic knows the lone figure in the distance
No bigger than the sum of his inscriptions
Or the extent of his conviction
I sip vitamin enriched liquid diction
And digest fiction for culture
I'm force fed, behold the monster
My head and it connected by bulb
Tryna hold things together like the skins I fold
And take my food for thought with a pinch of salt
Chewed to form, my sin results in self doubt
Look into my eyes, I don't need to spell it out
You can see it, how I tripped and fell down
And picked myself up, turned myself round
From the cliff's edge, and staggered home like a misled
Piss head, and put up a fight till my fists bled
I choke on lead, until my spit's red
When I step outside to get a quick breath
Of fresh death, now there's no air left
And fifty percent of us couldn't care less
I bare flesh, exposed to the cancerous
Light like tearing the film out your cameras
I'm still ravenous, I feel my stomach acid
Keep burning as I work towards another classic
Melt your plastic chap, snatch your comfort blanket
In this cold world you're naked and unattractive
And your tactics are underhanded
I hibernate through the winter, and wait for the summer madness

In a dead pool of deep black sirens, penetrate the silence
Blinding lights shining dilate the iris
drivers shot hybrid.. and clock mileage
deep in the dawnlight, heavy on the eyelids
bevvy by my side, i write this
pennys on my mind- i might switch, high like i'm probably psychic
twisting up quality thai sticks
Ital visions the the dominant mind trick
eyes on the hourglass watching the time slip
Poverty strikes quick
the Nike tick got everyone in a tight grip
a clenched fist, defenseless tense kids turn henchmen to deathwish
(I bleach it) When my friends exit my bedsit, I bill a next spliff
mute News 24 to escape the madness
and wake up travelling on snakes and ladders
Grappling with knaves and blaggers
Bandits with blades and daggers
Taggers, Jack-thelads getting blazed and bladdered
Same and standard, vagrants with organ damage
worn and ragged, their clothes all torn and tattered
(It's the warzone!) It's reporters that are causing panic
Phone taps crackle with distortion to static
White collar hackers up tapping on laptops
Good cop, bad cop, bankrupt gangboss
padlocks on the stash box, contraband cash crops
and crooks that cook crack rocks..
drunks gather at the back of kebab shops to shot beer
knock-off brand names and hot gear