Desperation is the definition of the word hope. Hunger strikes you in the side, like bare skin in contact with rope. Life and death hangs like a colored person punished by the Klan. Wearily dragging yourself on the floor to grab a dropped piece of food and make it back in.
Red spots of liquid now dried, leaves marks within the room, some of which is your own....a reminder of everyday doom. Eerie sounds to make your beat fast, for you are the sound of footsteps, like the mystery of life you don't know what will come next, but at the same time you do.
You look in disgust at the evidence of drugs and the effects....the transformation has on one. You get scared when a movie portrays someone dead with their eyes open.... they appear awake....imagine seeing that on the day to day; Welcome to the cemetery where the walking dead play.
Prostitution is another word for ho, it doesn't matter if you don't wanna go, just put this on and go make some dough, if you don't, what will happen....you already know.
Beat barely beyond recognition, you're partly dead but still manage to function..... perfect just the way we wanted your punishment, next stop is drugs, cause here there's no sleepin.
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