....Bad Motherfuckers

With Artificial Limbs I've stopped Armies with this Trick,

As I Weave Words I'm Alarming my own Wit,

Because some of these metaphors Targets my own Kin,

Because I Hold This, Honed down skill chops and loses my Focus,

Martial Law under this artist my wrist's weak my Bone's Bonin,

The Kid Speaks yet No one's Noticed,

Empty Words from a Heavy Curse and when the Levy Bursts,

I'll see myself through his eyes and realize it's Hopeless,

No Trouble, I've seen more Struggle from the Homeless,

Fiends tired of the same things, Self-Loathin,

Wealth Molded me into a softened combatant that broke his chest and Held It Open,

Because I don't Spit, I Spill my guts in this Vulnerable Moment,

My eyes Close to Closin, From the Smoke I'm Blowin,

Wide-Mouthed from the Jokes we Jokin,

Raise my Token Tequila Shot as I take it, Makin my Soul Twitch,

This Whole Rift Expands, Between a Man and a Lone Kid,

Attempts to vainly Suture,

I Vomit these words unto the air into a Crazy Future as my Dome Shifts,

Revel at the Oneness,

Invoked In Times of Stresses,

Abundant in Adolescence with Closed Fists,