Midnight Running

Put your covers on dropping degrees below zero
Grown folks fucking with this banish the weirdos
The hero for hire aka Willy cage enraged in rampage
A new chapter flip the page
It’s the memoirs of a mangled soul is what you reading
A dose of the world as I dangle off the deep end
One eye open as I’m laid out and sleeping
It’s a wrap like Christmas gift ‘‘tis be season
Working with the tools that I got to get the pay
Walking unknown lands came far from round the way
It’s Allah will the god ill here to stay
So it’s the cement covered in piss is where they lay
Didn’t know about the piff in the darts in his possession
The inner mind sanctum ,the place where it’s kept in
How he does it going at them strong with aggression
It’s a face off the fear in their face in their expressions
Hold the weight like a barbell without a man to spot em
The dark knight is legendary told throughout The Gotham
Who cares about the threads and the jewels the cars you copping
Worthless but the value I keep is rather shocking
Have a seat at roulette table throw your chips in
Chameleons all around you just watch how they switch skins
Selling their souls the devils pool skinny dipping
1993 escaped from NY like snake pliskin

It ain’t easy pulling this off I pull the strings
I came from places they pulling out things
I grew some wings took flight up outta there
I simply want to be a king boda bing boda boom
One two hit with the sting like a Queen wasp
Floated away like a butterfly
Confused as a youngster saw the tears as my mother cried
A weak man you got me mistaken with some other guy
Fall hard flat on your face give it another try
Defeated never spoke the word to curse the tongue
Decompression sickness in the underworld burst a lung
Get to work fella working out here I work the drums
Like machinery the scenery backdrop is the slums
Slumbering mumbling mumbo jumbo now it’s messy
Who cares about the overall song as long it’s catchy
I snipes a man from the rooftop just call him Wesley
Then scale down the building jet off in a black Chevy

Chorus

From the rising of the sun till the darkness of night
110% percent in It sharpness when I write
Gather around spewing shit about to spark up your life
Back to the headquarters then we call it a night
The job is done, over with,toss it in the bag
They’re throwing in the towel posting up the white flag
Another victory a well worth win up in the stash
Onto the next spot making the midnight dash