I kick push cracks in concrete the devil beneath my heels
Mirrors on my feet
Dancing with the devil sulfur in the street
Dope boys pass by riding to the beat
Deciding between the pen and the needle
Former writer I sleep beneath cardboard sheets
Scratching handmade signs change for something to eat
But this is only the beginning to the trilogy
Still waiting on the prequel and the sequel
Lights off here comes the previews ~Sed
