The good kid

 

Look inside of these walls and you see im having withdrawals

of a prisoner on his way, my mental has gone astray, I try with all my might

to find my way through this concrete jungle of chaos and dismay although

me all together as a whole may not seem as much as many others the

impact I generate makes people run astray, this track is my prey and my

mind serves as fangs,

my material is profane but when you suspect me of violent relations that

only fuels my temptations of gaining a reputation through violent

violent recreation without interpretation but when its all said and done you

can fire your gun but youll never learn to respect

the good kid mad city.