scabies and gentleman from all the way in the back of the foodstamp line and straight outta motherfuckin' lo-cash that crackrocksteady beat drums on so raise your motherfuckin' pipes in the air for the good, the bad & the leftover crack
ya got yer midnight dragon yer dope and yer dust yer skin rots away & yer mind & soul rust yer solutions all splinter, but the pain is ok 'cuz yer brain is all numb as yer body decays i feel that long black cloud, it's coming down
9th & C
everything i do in life slowly takes it's toll the bad decisions that i make seem out of my control and growing up in NYC it never was much fun ther fumes are like a pack a day & buildings block the sun
fuck the sun that cloud is coming down
9th & C
you never were much fun to me you stab & tell me not to bleed you evict the youth right out of me