Clones

All clones living out the flesh like a dog bone Life's a good teacher but the lessons get lost though I question why we all hard pressed for survival We living to die and we stressed by the cycle One meets death, other pressed by the five-o The rest step by slow, steps on the high-ropes Roll by, dope by the pack and a hot piece Grams of the rock, bag full of Oxys Gun look like early 1900s, tuck it Stains on the jeans because the barrel is rusted Eyeing police through the crack in that windshield Scraping wax bags til the skin peel back Life lacking the depth so we acting like big deals Praying to that glass as the drinks spill. Splash till ya can't feel Move with mad drugs stuffed in that brown paper bag where that kids meal was Powder Straight over the state line streaked on ceramic same color as the canines teeth Dateline streets where they mainline leak OD scenes bleaker than their gravesight be Pay pride in greed. Tax all the purchases Fentanyl gets pressed, passed off as Percocet Casual murder threats pull with a firm hold Bout as beautiful as a burn hole And we burning out the circuitry Circus acts perplexing as the murder scene. Absurdities Terminally tied teens, curse em with maternity And babies get exposed to that mercury perfectly And we ain't telling to cops shit You'll get checked just for breathing like a finger to a top lip Got sick walking in some toxic commons Sound of Street dweller coughs sick, bleeding from their optics Living to die and we stressed from the cycle I question why we all hard pressed for survival Life's a good teacher but the lessons get lost though All clones, living out the flesh like a dog bone