I. Invisible Criminal“Caution, approaching platform.” We’re nothing but invisibles nowStrangers on a train, that clichéd riftSpun up, up, up in far off Hollywood lightsWith those backstage sets and the rain machinesDropping watery gems into silver tearsThe real fucking taleBehind those Westside...
open verse slam
Part One: C-Block Special
"beginnings carved in an iron haze"
I. Prison Blues and Familiar FacesBuzzed in and buzzed out,Cameras tracking shadow withGlass eye and red blinking lightOne last fuck-up, one lapse in judgmentTo send black ass backUnder boot of man.No luck, no attempt,Just shuffling feet.Trading orange jumpers for denim...