Marred faces and plywood eyes on the ones still standing, the rest are gravity casualties / long grass / sun burnt trash gets whiter / sad alleys / its survival you rats / bird shit / vacancy filled / glass sidewalks holler sunshine / hangovers sit underneath an over-hang that reads “DOL_A_ S_ORE” / crazy things howling at the moon hoping to score some 10 cent pop bottle love / days float bye-bye despite their weight / face stubble / phlegm / gutter logic / crime tears / cry laughs / love through it all / liquor bottles get sober / drums, bass, and guitars / young sound waves deafen old brick / grandpops used to work here – broke his damn knuckles - so we pay homage with the chest burning swig / cuz the big three killed my baby / boozed up on a hot summer afternoon / full moon cricket songs / night moves / some will win, some will lose / it goes on / it’s the cycle of things / cheap perfume / real fake gold / pit-stained sleeves hug cig packs / smoke rings like ancient mating calls / red lipstick on the filter from a gorgeous young b*tch that’s gonna toss you aside like that cig cuz she got what she wanted and cuz why not baby boy, didn’t momma tell you you better shop around – get over it, get tough, or get ghost / sexy death wears mascara / high and dry / 21 yrs old / young and dumb / purple allure in black leather / black slacks / black boots / black gloves grips the wheel / black rubber grips the road / black and mild / black velvet / black coffee / all black everything / do not bleach / burnt black rain soaked couches basking in the indifferent sun / politic yo’ self / no pity / no mercy / same old game new name / so play it cool cuz that’s the old school rule / just keep it simple.

Word up Detroit.