Discussions on Concrete

We’ve got peachy-moonlight skin:
it twists and curves into an intoxicated grin
we’re weightless; a void occupies my bones
and as we lay on the concrete and the metal, our conscious groans
our childhood’s a corpse
and we’ve been thinking before our time
thinking beyond our time

An electric inferno tumbles and scatters
it’s scorched our skin of peachy-moonlight
I note none of them could care for rat matters
-we don’t wanna fight
Wasting our lives with talk of Supreme
though beats are pleasing to the ear,
and we gotta dream