Bow & Fold

As the dawn weaves a new dusk the ashes too dust will be gone. Falling Angels arisen Demons are dug up by my shovel as I shake hands with the devil bonded by the pact one of several.

Walking alongside with the damned judgements for my bride as beautiful beaches turn into the dark side with a blood moon too forever guide. Together our love is to flower like a pinch of sand is but an inch of an hour.

Poetically slit throats through slick quotes so just hang from a slipknot rope die by a world over filled with no hope. Give me pride as I guide the weak that I seek in thru the other side. The result by fault is too much time as a sorcerer of rhyme too create more crime.

Come play my game that everyone loses puncture wounds and bloody bruises straight up no confusion in the hospital getting blood transfusions.

A bitter go getter don't call the cops and before long I will get her a good impresser evidence of blood and hair went splat across the dresser God bless the less as I clean up the mess. Being married too the b***h I buried under the light of the night as Angels and Demons reunite through love's delight.

Forever feel my rage as i pump my twelve gage ain't no prison seeing me forever free I'll be drugs thugs big guns and big slugs all fall just from mean mugs. As My fly murderous b***h drives by say bye as her bullets start too fly about to attack the next crack shack and there all white not black.

Too bring pain within the city of Hell as I dwell to eternally remain infinite in Hell many tears my ears do hear but none shed over the son so my chamber is cocked back on my gun.

With the gun under the pillow f**k with me and your family tree will be a weeping willow.

Life or death the line is drawn the first move is the last the punk before the shotgun pump boom now he's gone and we war no more. As a bickering beef beyond belief is a brief battle in grief a life given but than taken by a thief.

Moments in some weary minds vengeance for them the streets commence through fury and rage too get cornered by foes with his own twelve gage and feel the wrath is one more story turn the page.

A no man's legacy within the shadows of his own darkness so heartless so nice by the roll of the dice let me guide you through a new paradise fully unknown. Don't turn your back on the streets that raised you selling that crack you think the feens will praise you too the bullet you wished only graised you.