We are the fallNorthern white crap that talks backWe are not black. tall.No boxes for us.Do not fuck us.We are frigid stars.We were spitting, we were snapping cop out, cop out!As if from heaven.Sucker x 9No stars in the zoneI stay at homeI live on snacksPotatoes in packsI like to blow...I like to blow....I like to blowConcentration zoneThe years go in circles,The years go in circlesHopes goes, I’m goneSmoke comes, I goA spurs fan, a warrior,Happy no-hoperDull, manage,I think slow.Sucker, blow.
