Homeo-apathy

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