the dark streets of decay rap

(“any way you want it that’s the way you need it” – Journey)

 

been living a lie

sometimes i try

to be the guy

you circumcised

or was it castrated

 

everything about me you hated

created the colonization

of what you could love

and yes love is the drug

i’m thinking of

 

but it’s not me you see

but me after the hearse

i need to rehearse the verse

until it’s terse

 

invocation and the curse

what could be worse

than knowing its not me you love

i’m the poor man’s turtle dove

sacrificed in place of lambs

but lately i’m on this def jam

saying i yam what i yam

 

deal with it or deal me out

i’m here to scream and fucking shout

i know it’s not me you accept

till i’m adept

at coving the caustic that you leapt

 

without precept

pretend i’m me

and not the me

you need me to be

 

unroll the carpet bloody red

let me be me not the instead

welcome me with open arms

paparazzi caught disarmed

 

photographing shoeless feet

cause nothing will make me complete

unless it’s me carved on canvas

and not the image i can’t trespass

 

leave me alone

leave me alone

let this dog dig up his bones

or pay the tab and just go home

i’ll be a stray dog who always roams

the dark streets of decay

 

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