It's a quick one before I got to sleep (early work tommorrow, and its 1:00 A.M here)





I keep up at a steady pace
like im runnin in a race but i stay far away
cause' i don't wanna look at ya face
cause' at the base of my stomache i can feel the puke commin'
its runnin' up my body like Pete Cunning
he friggin' shot up like fuckin' half of his block
he threw a rock and hit some guy in the head
and woke up in sum1 elses bed
turned around and saw a bunch of bottles on the floor
and some needle with a drip of blood, then
lead came through the fuckin' door, nearly took off his head
with dread he grabbed his nine and shot through the door
went right into some whore and she screamed
"DAMN PETE!"
He opened the balcony door and fuckin' jumped
his heart pumped with a raw thump
came down hard and hit a stump
he was drunk but that didn't matter now
cause' how will he get out of this?
and that bitch that he shot
musta' dropped and the cops
don't like him.
You can figure it out.



~Eminache