glendale bridge

Out here on the strand Only plan Is the afterlife Chaos on my brain You like: DAMN! He an acolyte I'm on assignment Moving in silence Stylin on 'em Better a burnout Then a slave in This oligarchy You playing pretend Bitch I'm really from the skids You don't know me My comrades are the Crackheads under Glendale bridge You ain't the homie Grab a sponge Get that dirt up off my name At the same clubs But we are not the same Money and drugs Just like to be around me Only ten toes And I keep them on the concrete Shadow and stone Nervous on purpose Swerving alone Cursing in cursive High on the sidewalk Talking to no one Barely a person People are poison Pass me the bottle Drink 'til I'm empty Sleep on the curb Life on a slope But I got a plan That's giving me hope Find the class A work And get it for the low I get by I survive Do the crime All alone I don't cry I survive I hit that I move on