I went outside to see what this rain looked like
This was at night/so I called it jewel
The environment was just rinsing off
not cleaning the filth though
Yo when drops touch me I'm no foe
I'm as gentle as the poets come to concrete
them grams came out of a girl stomach,
boys pocket
I went outside to see what the clouds looked like
This was at daylight/so I called it valuable
I let my opera music play
As the bodies went into destruction another day
as the polished rims swiftly turned
brains burned/so I called it poisonous inferno
Once I had her smoke blown in my face
Kitchen chemist, street pharmist
but they don't say base
I went inside to see what my heart looked like
This was nolonger defiled/so I called it my beau
100 lbs of blow- 100 people to waste their lives
and don't even care about yours or mine
they don't receive erasers on their pencils
Because they'll regret it all
wishin' they seen the grace I saw
Real talk- about the epidemic
Submission Name: P.S. I ain't offended- Dedicated to crack coc
