I used to know this nigga Sonny
Who was ironically dark
Never consumed by the money
But selling dro in the park
Became a main habit of his, bagging the piff
Corner copy is copying the man he was blacker than piff
It wasn't simple
Simpler than the previous maturity
Was lacking it
He was never mischievous
Devious was closer
Only relevant if leaving us
He was too afraid so he stayed for us to believe in trust
Honesty was the commodity he never possessed
Never the less
Manipulate a woman beating his chest
Reaping his stress
Sneaking a breath
We can assess
Hear the pitter patter listen and latter
Weeping to death
Without a shoulder to cry on
No one left to rely on
He was followed by some men in black
Like the belt of Orion
In the report
Said he was caught dead in the snort
And was shredded
He never even embedded the thought
Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
So let me start from the beginning I’ll pad the middle with simple
Cutest of the children always displaying a dimple
Never talking out of line or defined as he fought the vine
But an awkward spine left him severed over single
Proud in the corridors
A wrong in yours
While the janitor was mopping floors
He was dropping whores on all fours
Left her begging for a reason
Treason left him cold
Never froze for an evening
But the body heat never seemed to keep his body sweet
On another meat
Looking for another blond to beat
Now the streets became his mistresses
Turning his witness
Cuz when a weak spits
You don’t know who be holding hit list
Switch shift He’s stumbling on the war path
Whores bark Meditating up in the raw dark
For more dark
He’s knowing That’s when the war starts
Cutting more lines than disabled kids Up in thrope park
Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
Stars and Shards of glass will harm if they meddle
Stars and Shards of glass will harm if they meddle
Stars and Shards of glass will harm if they meddle
So I said the life that you’re living
Don’t seem to be making sense
Shaking pence out the cookie jar
Looking hook on the bends
Loosing friends
Rookie he spends
All of his tens
On the little bit of leaf
That’ll leave him stuck in the ends
He started to shot
Loosing the plot Itching his scrot
Little street corner
Located droping his crop
Others would watch Smother the block Under the spot
Til' he found himself Surrounded by brothers robbing his gwap
Didn’t seem to be the average type
Caught a badge in sight Coppers turning foxes
And it just wasn’t the rabbits night
He wasn’t known for just a couple of minutes
Scrolling through his phone
Trying to bell a couple of digits
But Nobody would answer
Chancer took his last chance At a glance in the drug deal stance
And now he Dance with the devil In the park by the treble
Stars and Shards of glass will harm if they meddle
Stars and Shards of glass will harm if they meddle
Stars and Shards of glass will harm if they meddle
Stars and Shards of glass will harm if they meddle
Stars and Shards of glass will harm if they meddle
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