Game colder than the wind that blows through Debose tunnels

RBL meets "It Ain't Hard to Tell", Cold World Hustlers meet Joe Strummer

Punk Rock Rap like the Cold Crush

Sniff blow and smoke dust in the home of the gold rush

I’m focused – on the roof top painting my throw up

Razor wire grazed the edge of my palm – I barely noticed

Ogre blood slowly run down my fingertips

mixing with the Whiskey in my soda cup,

idiot savant posted up In the Frisco cuts where homeless drunks are bold as fuck

Sometimes I want to burn this city down

But it always had my back so we work it out like a shoulder rub

and suckers follow every word but play the background like some overdubs

show me love – the turf is my club med

been deep into dirt and crawled out – yeah I’m undead

An SF legend from the Point to the Sunset

And yall about a real as an internet gun threat

Yall rap bout bloodshed - I mastered the subjects

Of love, death, drugs, sex, failure and success

Study the subtext, subtleties unsaid

I've experienced some things these fake thugs haven’t done yet

nuff said, Still down to ride like a roughneck

Rounds I buy got a crown on the side like Jughead

Your boy Top is raw uncut in the flesh

Best believe you a cop in the future like Judge Dredd

The yards chill, workers on they downtime

Light aqua fill with the burgundy outline

Not to be outshined, obese and my feet hurt

Still smack a hype beast right out his Supreme shirt

Team work means putting your team first

in jelously and greed is where your weaknesses lurk

my intellect defines a higher thought with each verse

Sit and reflect on these lines that I drop like Dreamworks

Yo I’m animated, liver stays contaminated

known to come off the top like a cancer patient

Watching the hands on the clock feeling antiquated

music that bangs on the block but it ain’t gang related

I was a dumb ass teen,

climbing razor wire fences, getting blood on my jeans

Hanging off freeway overpasses trying to stunt on the scene

now I’m an old man hanging onto those young mans dreams

color scheme reflects off the condensation on the refer cars

Jump the knuckle, climb the high line into the evening fog

hard to believe in God deep inside of the demon's maw

so I said a a little prayer while I was leaving the yard

it goes...


Please dear Lord forgive me for my sins

Protect me and my friends from the evils of men

Because every day we wrestle with the demons within and

I'm afraid I might not ever see them again