Quote Originally Posted by atmosphere
He held the register open while he counted her change
I was next in line which meant I was invisible
From where I stood I could see that the till was full
He didnā??t look the type to play superhero
So I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes
Crept out the stores front door to chase a little breath
Bangles in my head, shake the song off
Another manic Monday night, its gonna be a long walk
A car pulled up, a fixed up cutlass
A woman and a child climbed out and left it running
They went inside of the deli, placed an order
With the extra dollar fifty bottled water cuz the daughters picky
When they came out mommy gave me a glance
That said man can love an angel but heā??s got to take the chance
Already knew the deal, I lit one up and walk
So they got back in the oldsmobile, belted up, and took off
Thug love on the corner by the walgreens
Lookin at me like Iā??m just another square saltine
As I get closer I notice that they showin each other sketches
Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots
I walk pass with a nod and a reminisce
Swear to god hip hop and comic books was my genesis
Respect the life and the fashions of the children
Itā??s the only culture Iā??ve got, exactly what weā??ve been buildin
All of a sudden Iā??m in front of some man
No heā??s a youngin but heā??s got a gun in his hand
He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraid
Immediately apprehensive til I heard him say
ā??Do you want this Itā??s not mine I promise
I found it on my block in between a couple garages
Didnā??t wanna leave it for a child to stumble over
I donā??t even know how to hold it.ā?
It was a thirty eight, the poor mans machete
Held it in my hand, thinking damn man itā??s heavier then expected,
wedged it behind my belt buckle
knowin that its evil, even thought that I could smell trouble
the extra strength felt weak,
but over there on the corner saw what I needed and proceeded to cross the street
put the heat in the mail box to loose it
figured that the post office knows whats best to do with it
Mosey down the road thinkinā?? bout the old
I use to roam this zone with two feet of snow
Right here, this use to be a record shop
Iā??ve gotten love, Iā??ve gotten drunk, Iā??ve gotten beat up in that parking lot
Iā??ve had my lake street pride for three decades
These alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best days
Before I was a germ learnin how to misbehave,
All the way to the grave, south side is my resting place
Took a right on Lindale Iā??m getting near
But then the road became empty and the people disappearā??d
The clowds ran away, opened up the sky
And one by one I watched every constellation die
And there I was frozen, standin in my backyard
Face to face, eye to eye, starin at the last star
I shouldā??ve known, walked all the way home
To find that she wasnā??t here, Iā??m still all alone
The way life should be.

ICP isn't down with the clown. ICP's never stabbed someone in the heart and looking in their eyes till they died, or raped a girl and then beat her face in, leaving her in a pool of her own blood. They don't scare me. The world scares me.

Any culture which breeds violence and ignorance isn't a culture to me, it's a fucking travesty.

Hey, at least necro got head in a cemetary.