The guy drilling
Old E into my
chest lost his mama
and grandma
in one crazy
BANG
moment and he got
blamed.
He don't
give a fuck about
no outlaw.
And the Cheshire girls
with their sexy lips
disappear just like
they're supposed to do.
The keyboards are
quieter now but
never still.
and still you fear it.
And guys like Knute Rockne
or Dan Gables or
Brian Robinson in my
own fight,
the greatest coaches say
envision the win.
I learn from the loss,
pick at the carnage
for arts sake,
I remember the jones,
but I picture the win,
keep pecking away,
because the only victory
in this game is relevance.
