Tent City

[CHRIST DILLINGER & BRUHMANEGOD]
I wake up out of a shit muk
Piss dump
Wanna rise up, I can't even help put a fist up
Let alone get my dick up, I'm tired of living
I thought it was a perc but now fentanyl I've been given
Happy about the mix up
Its been weeks since I had an erissery but the fuck the presence of empathy
Niggas ain't got no sense to me
Niggas ain't got no resh for me
I get high until there ain't nothing left of me
I smell like a butthole
I shit in my hands and throw my feces
We not the same species
My breath smell like seaweed
Pedestrians cross the street when they see me
I rub my dick in public like I'm hiding a genie
So hide when you see me
I hide in the beamy
I'm high when you see me
Niggas know who the most prolific
Tattoos scribbled on my face be looking like some hieroglyphics
Ill be specific
Smoking on a pile of crack, it make me talk a mile a minute
Then ordered up the houses but there still be niggas hiding in it
Need to get a fix my nigga
Lighter is the bullet and my fingers on the trigger
As i smoke the crack rock but cracks in the asphalt, shit
I held the lighter in my palm and i tighten my fist

[bridge: CHRIST DILLINGER & BRUHMANEGOD]
As the concrete leans underneath my feet, i can see the truth, revealed to me by crack rock gods in the fucking booth
Hey man, where's my motherfucking crack?
I thought that was my crack, what the fuck?
This is the land of the crack rock fiends
This is the land of the crack rock fiends

[BRUHMANEGOD]
Barefoot, jagged hands
I'm a victim of happenstance
I'm melting where the traffic's bad
Who the fuck you laughing at?
Staring shook, shaky spic
Or where it looks, where it ends
I question if my parents even sad that this is where I'm at
Dick purple, lips curvin'
This certain, i decay
Came up on a phone, ask who I know I text it "idk"
I'm microscopic, accomplishments for all the time we waste
My body is a temple that's been vandalized and violated
IF I HAD A DOLLAR FOR EVERY SECOND THAT I SIGHED AWAY
I'D HAVE ENOUGH TO PICK UP A PACKAGE AND THROW THE BOMB AWAY
I'D HAVE ENOUGH TO TAKE MORE ADVANTAGE OF HOW MY LIFE IS GREAT
I CAN FEEL MYSELF TRANSFORMING, THIS A NEW TYPE OF PAIN
Feeding rats
Beamy's deep in the flat, steaming crack
Beat his back
Keep that fiend detachin', ask him please relax
Ignorance, how can you fear it?
The fact that [?]
Your mom and pops about to outlive you, but you ain't hearin' that
Terrible things happen to good people
If you don't care about things, I guess that good's evil