Battle

“Battle” black skyline shades tripped out heels staggered buzz u mistake for swagger through your high u turn the corner i turn the block eyes pumped open timbs tied tight pushing subway cars and b-line trains this ain’t Chutes and Ladders or Monopoly your ass is Sorry mind Boggled out in Candy land u turn the corner I turn the block with… suburban land through flower beds inner city behind bare trees… my mouth perfected picket fence 2 car garage rundown no fence buzzed in… my mouth chromed keys and rims valet parking repo man coming incognito parking… my mouth u turn the corner fall down in shame from the spin i turn the block eyes pumped open timbs tied tight pushing subway cars and b-line trains stepping over you a pillar of rhythm no shame with…my mouth