Fire .

We started gunning the tunnel , I'm not talkin machines / cohersing my words living vaguely in dreams /Mary Jane and the hustle/lesser evils and cream/. I saw her ready passing the stairs /kinda hard to look away when she stares /then She grinned something wicked/ sweeter origins of twisted   / still fckn with bitches who think the man of steel lives in meth pipes , evil vices and pussy types /opium dreams , walked around poisoned and saw it's not what it seems like / my rage is a fading light /Barely breathing resorted to fiending right /my feelings dried and decayed so not planning on feeling right /I'm poversished and poor /left it all at the door /so don't even try to come reason /my happy little picture is fucked and it's bleeding /mama said get away but now I'm stuck and she's squeezin