115 At Night

Lyrics

Cross fade, it's 1:15 at night Two wounded worlds collide, their frailty disguised 1500 block, he was idling there One man's safehouse was the other man's grave They told him he was trouble, never-ending struggle City from the rez, do or die was his survival mechanism Prison wisdom, no capacity, just incapacitated Strangulated by the juvenile incarceration Segregated from the suboxone to cops own prejudice of him This would've been a unified pessimism But reality told him, "Pull the trigger" Cross fade, it's 1:15 at night Two wounded worlds collide, their frailty disguised