Here is two verses from my latest track "Short stories with a 16" Basically Quick street life tales..loosely based on people I knew....

Sickest dame with the aids soliciting tricks for pay
vicious lay Inflicting the sickness for business dicks decay
Her clit a flame it's a shame she used to be beautiful
fucking dudes in a cubicle walked home she missed the train
With a kid that eight barely there no time for her seed
claimed she was finding her feet but spent all her time on her knees
Down in the grimiest streets, she tried a 9 to 5
Couldn't adapt to that type of life barely survived for a week
Every night she would weep her daughter likely to see
her mothers so called clients trying to climb in the sheets
Slowly dying disease was spreading at a rapid rate
had the face of the perp who left her hurt gagged and raped
That bad mistake didn't trust her instincts that's the day
she contracted the virus packing her sinus with shattered pain
Packed her belongings ran away broke nothing changed
In the Month of may found her body next to her husbands grave


He wanted quick easy cash something he needed bad
keep his stash clean and flat between seats and mats
greedy cat specialized in the package of green and crack
Speed and tabs feeding smack by using the needle stabs
Bits of his nose were missing proof of a coke addiction
kept alone on missions thought he'd be thrown in prison
prone to chicks and deceit used by bitches for weeks
He kept them high and fed them right up until they bled him dry
Then he tried to hustle hard heart beat elevated
lost his home slept in streets last week elevators
dark fiend agitated aggravated at the station
begging for small change to them he was an addict faceless
couldn't manage tasting the strife life at it's worst
preferred a knife and a Hurst to be placed right in the dirt
His life was a curse arteries tightened to burst
chest exploded in the hospital with no sign of a nurse