What's the reason for this treason
That got my eyes deceiving me
When my lungs believe in me,
As I inhale the smoke from this greenery
I'll never choke but my eyes keep bleeding see,
I have a tendency since infancy
When my mom was going through her pregnancy
And pops tried to get her off the Hennessey
I started breaking up at... (continue reading)

Investigative reports,
Typed in the memoirs of a graffiti artist
Dressed as a narc,
But only assumes the attire of a bastard
So he can go berserk and have it, a tag attic
The one to empty cans of krylon and start laughing
I been tagging,
I been bombing on the rooftops in Manhattan
Me and my boys leaving Pergamentcontinue reading)

I have a slight problem, which I do not like to direct
Even though it involves, my own life or death
I don't feel like talking about it, because there is no turning back
I got what's coming to me, and that's a fact
I don't know how much time I really got left
And quite frankly I ain't helping, as it's getting at me best
But putting holes in my chest, to drain the pain... (continue reading)