Six Fingers Thick - Show Me the Body

All rope no bones

I go deep down a well.

Never

Been well like a shot in the shell

Leather boot smell stories

I never tell.

I smile in the sun

For the back of a steel

Severed from the Earth

Is how I feel.

I think about

My lost ones before my meals

How we gunna raise their sons

How we gunna deal, tethered

To my pain I stress and I seal

I keel — body on the ground-

Death sounds kneel under no man’s

Short hand a sword or a shield

My primal word' real, I burn

Spears for New York its all work and

No fear he think he listen

Never hear.

Cause he just showed up

We been here for mad years

That’s an uppercut a

White t blood gush

New tenents -tryna-bust-a-nut

I always head tuck, go nuts

I bum rush a Bedford apartment

Eyes are weary are full of lead

I need some place to rest my head

Can I stay your prison state?

Prison state, prison state

City creeps I see you on my aerial

Solo and sterile back pack

Contents garenteed make ya

Feral.

I shut my mouth up the fuck

Behind a two barrel I was filming you filming us

What the fuck is TARU

Whatchin you if like to snap and

Pose bodies don’t decompose

In the city soil

Ten fold, dolo in the dark I was throwin elbows

I drop.

Velocro.

Fuck up mega

No show.

Toe to toe I never sold

Big rush down to get a home they

Disrobe and cut a chord

While Homey’s tryna get grown

What’s lost seen it all

Before, lost and off course

Used to cross a single home I’d

Cop a 20 loosi bone but I lost

My upside-down cross when I got sauced

I Fuck a stop

Calculate the cost I number hard, I swell a

Deep rot, climbing out the well

I been shocked and shelled

I accost the void in which I dwell

All the depths I fell

Eyes are weary are full of lead

I need some place to rest my head

Can I stay your prison state?

Prison state, prison state

Prison state these homes I should have never know

Face to face with race in a catacomb