Crack Cloud
115 At Night
Cross fade, it's 1:15 at night
Two wounded worlds collide, their frailty disguised

1500 block, he was idling there
One man's safehouse was the other man's grave

They told him he was trouble, never-ending struggle
City from the rez, do or die was his survival mechanism
Prison wisdom, no capacity, just incapacitated
Strangulated by the juvenile incarceration
Segregated from the suboxone to cops own prejudice of him
This would’ve been a unified pessimism
But reality told him, "Pull the trigger"

Cross fade, it's 1:15 at night
Two wounded worlds collide, their frailty disguised