Do you remember when IRAK
Bombed the Brooklyn Bridge?
Perched against its iron hide,
135 feet above the
Shit-filled slab of the Hudson River.
Did you hear about Justin and Harold,
Clocking out ahead of time?
Thompson Square pioneers,
Slickly varnished across silver screens,
Then left to bleed out alone.
And you must know about Dash,
Sucking down 20 bags of brown?
A flame so
Sick’n’fuckin’ tired of everyone’s crap,
That he chose to burn out his own way.
You can’t put a price on that shit.