06.09.01
the corner of the dead
everything that s dead
can t be buried
like those junkie zombies
that stand on the corner
at that korean store
and it all seems so unreal
how can that dope man
sleep at night
without a fight with his conscious
cause he puts death-dope in their hands
but there s no gun to his head
and why do we scream say
‘i got to get my life together’
cause everyday you dying
i m dying
while some are breathing dead
waiting on the next day to fall
from the blue skies
and god must be an extreme lesson
in diversity
because he she sees it all
and so many sad stories are life
or death and go untold
oxygen don t mean ****
to them i bet
when they can t get that hit
i wonder do they them junkies wake up
some mornings
and just thank god for the day
or does death greet them
with that urge
that want
to be dead but breathing
seasons change
and i pass death by
those dead ones who stand
on the corner of that korean store
and so many smart dead folks
probably think
that they are worthless
but that was someone s baby
brother sister mother father
or friend
but death has a way
of killing us all
i want to be dead in thought
on days like this
but i can t get a hit of sanity
and ain t nobody selling that ****
if they did i d probably be
on that same corner
at the korean store
trying to get me a fix
i m dying
trying to complete death
the corner of the dead
everything that s dead
can t be buried
like those junkie zombies
that stand on the corner
at that korean store
and it all seems so unreal
how can that dope man
sleep at night
without a fight with his conscious
cause he puts death-dope in their hands
but there s no gun to his head
and why do we scream say
‘i got to get my life together’
cause everyday you dying
i m dying
while some are breathing dead
waiting on the next day to fall
from the blue skies
and god must be an extreme lesson
in diversity
because he she sees it all
and so many sad stories are life
or death and go untold
oxygen don t mean ****
to them i bet
when they can t get that hit
i wonder do they them junkies wake up
some mornings
and just thank god for the day
or does death greet them
with that urge
that want
to be dead but breathing
seasons change
and i pass death by
those dead ones who stand
on the corner of that korean store
and so many smart dead folks
probably think
that they are worthless
but that was someone s baby
brother sister mother father
or friend
but death has a way
of killing us all
i want to be dead in thought
on days like this
but i can t get a hit of sanity
and ain t nobody selling that ****
if they did i d probably be
on that same corner
at the korean store
trying to get me a fix
i m dying
trying to complete death