Smoke

king pop

But

we wrestle not against flesh and blood your an assigned demon to that space to do that cabinet slamming thing

I ought to

knock on your door and punch you in the face bitch

Who

wants to get cused the fuck out first

And I

can't hide

Turmoil

inside and outside

And if those places

don't ring a bell ask your Granny

Well if

I say uptown cleaners and Middletons drugstore

So

just like I did not know a about the indigenous people on reservations I did not know about Wards until Hurricane Katrina

It's in the

heart of the city

The elephant is not

in the room