Walked through this dying town
A Latina that burned buildings down
A vision of grace in world of gray
A kind of beauty words can't say
...
There's a ghost in the whiskey sour tonight
Shaped like a woman's laugh by neon lights
In Busan where the Sam Duk pepper steams
Meh-Kong Rum burns like half-remembered dreams
...
Rejected you in her prime, struttin' through that bar
Said you weren't her type, then rolled off in his car
Now years have gone and left their trail
At Fifty Seven she's swiping left with no avail
...
A smile cuts like a knife,
A grin filled with strife.
The wrong message sent,
A facade of lies that's bent.
...
On our way to a prison out of state
ConAir, the final phase
I was betrayed and now I've been caught
The Kangaroo Court a massive fraud
...
In the grip of darkness, shadows fall,
Echoes of laughter, haunt my soul.
False love fills our space, where hope was bright,
Blood runs down the virgin's cheeks, lost in the night.
...
'Woman, I see through your disguise,
The alimony tears in your eyes,
You swore we were forever, then came the papers,
Now my paycheck's yours like some legal capers.'
...
I would zig, she would zag,
Used me like I was her monthly rag,
She would chase me, away I would run,
Tired of her game she was never to be out done
...
On that barstool, a San Miguel in my hand,
Looking at your picture, how you used to stand.
A jealous heart whispers, 'She ain't worth a dime, '
Words like daggers, but no one sees the crime.
...
Don't like nice guys, they bore me to death
All that respect? Friend-zone! I smile on meth
Treat me like a queen and I'll ghost your ass
I only get wet when you treat me like trash
...
The heart of Dubai, dreams collide,
I'm a shadow the World can't find.
Tijuana whispers on cold nights,
Lost in reflection under city lights.
...
Under street lamps where shadows play,
You danced on hearts as if they were clay.
Pogo'ing from man to man,
Now you're lost in the sinking sand.
...
(calm normal voice)
Hippy Drug Dealer, my anger's on fire,
Did you think I'd stand by
While you stoked that pyre?
...
In the shadows of the coliseum,
where legends fought for pride,
Ancient stones whisper secrets,
in a world they can't divide.
...
Silk suit, classy Yale Degree
A silver spoon eternally
A Federal man, a Judgeship in sight
Bending Justice to his own might
...
I saw you, you saw me, like a spark in the dark,
A little laugh, a little game, a bright and playful mark.
Then the truth slipped through with every blink of an eye,
A dance of stolen glances, couldn't let it pass us by.
...
Okie bitches, living free in the night,
Pills and smoking weed, feeling alright,
Weaves so tight, like the vibes they bring,
Drunk on drama, waiting on the phone ring.
...
The whiskey's gone down
Like words you never said
Your vengeance a game
That's danced in my head
...
He seemed real nice…
Opened doors like a gentleman would
Always kind when I passed by
Never asked, just understood
...
Was just a clerk, punching the clock,
Served my town, never thought I'd get locked.
With a smile and a prayer, I walk into the light,
But he waits in the shadows, plotting my plight.
...
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Old Chickasha
Walked through this dying town
A Latina that burned buildings down
A vision of grace in world of gray
A kind of beauty words can't say
Nightmares real and dreams old
A story of sin and virtues sold
Offered a future and a steady hand
A future built on solid land
Looked through me like glass
Waited for her storms to pass
She went with him
Because she wanted to
Tore my heart on cue
Became a woman of a drunk
All her treasures packed
In an old car's trunk
Trading glory
For a bottle of rye
Under the bleeding
Chickasha sky
She was the biggest whore
The finest Grady puta they say
In the ruins of Chickasha
Men lived for her
By the hour - sometimes a month
To hold the beauty I wanted once
A paradox she had it all
But all she could do is crawl
The highest rise and the hardest fall
Whiskey breath on the breeze
Bringing a proud man to his knees
Chose shadows over a name
Chose a bottle over the flame
She said, 'I like the warmth of your light
But I need a man who runs in the night
I need the chaos, I need to crawl
I want the one who offers nothing at all'
I had to go, she wished to stay
In the ruins of old Chickasha
The bottle's empty, the glass cracked
There is no way of turning back
Leaving gold for the shifting sand
With a man who can't even stand
She went with him
Because she wanted to
Destroyed my heart on cue
The whore of a drunk
Her treasures packed
In an old car's trunk
Traded her story
For a bottle of rye
Under a bleeding Chickasha sky
The finest whore with nothing to give
Giving it away where the drunks live
Dancing a slow death
In old Chickasha