Orbit 38

Don St. Scalesaveli King of The Orbit Flow
Write to take Power
The New Poetry Series Pt. 2

Orbit 38

75 shots
somebody slipped you
at the spot
9 o’clock when it popped
wait patient for the drop
all black socks
pad lock bagged rocks
fiends flop to the moon base
they wanna fly up in the sky
3 blunts getting high
gun in the ride
about to leak you to the side
set you up
for the prize
like cutting throats
to stay alive