fuck that bright shit, the spot or the flashlights, we in la ducking both, in the shadows with lead pipes, the days are all night

see if i pay edison, no medicine, these blues ain't more better when, my fever rise in the jungle, as quick as the price spikes, the days are all night

my future snapped like a rubber band, off my fold on a hand to hand, he drew from his waist, i put two in his roof, and i can still hear his screams, all night

now they ride their portfolios, like rodeos, rise every time my cherry glows, on the end of my cig as, the smoke blows through the bars, and the co's laugh fades, as he strolls away, says i gotta pay, off that roll away, or its fuck your visitation days, and i pop off so in solitaire, i dream of offing these fred astaires, and the skin off my fingers tear, we digging for windows here, where the days are all night

this city's a trap my partner, under the lights of they choppers, bodies tools for they coffers, not worth the cost of our coffins, i stare at a future so toxic, no trust in the dust of a promise, won't mark the name on a ballot, so they can be free to devour our options, and just like you I'm a target, ill defined by the guap in my pocket, but the stage make figures, as quick as it off em, what marley  and pac get?, i put these caps in capitals, leave minds blazed in they capitols, i step with a fury so actual fact, that my offense could be capital

we digging for windows here