Digging For Windows

Fuck that bright shit

The spot or the flashlights

We in L.A. ducking both

In the shadows with lead pipes

The days are all night

See if I pay Edison

No medicine

These blues ain’t more better when

My fever rise in the jungle

As quick as the price spikes

The days are all night

My future snapped like a rubber band

Off my fold on a hand to hand

He drew from his waist

I put two in his roof

And I can still hear his screams

All night

Now they ride their portfolios

Like rodeos

Rise every time my cherry glows

On the end of my cig as

The smoke blows through the bars

And the co’s laugh fades

As he strolls away

Says I gotta pay

Off that roll away

Or its fuck your visitation days

And I pop off so in solitaire

I dream of offing these Fred Astaires

And the skin off my fingers tear

We digging for windows here

Where the days are all night

This city’s a trap my partner

Under the lights of they choppers

Bodies tools for they coffers

Not worth the cost of our coffins

I stare at a future so toxic

No trust in the dust of a promise

Won’t mark the name on a ballot

So they can be free to devour our options

And just like you I’m a target

Ill defined by the guap in my pocket

But the stage make figures

As quick as it off em

What Marley and Pac get?

I put these caps in capitals

Leave minds blazed in they capitols

I step with a fury so actual fact

That my offense could be capital

We digging for windows here