"Con-Ed Fed Agent" (2 of 15)

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Jul 9, 2025 11:01 PM

Master your darkness before it masters you

Buy the Rubber Hand Grip and learn how to shoot

Walking on an old Red Line, I see where Ka shined

One bedrooms for rent, deep Brownsville, no trains

She was frozen by sunlight and second gen tardive

Stepped through the door like a paratrooper

Hit the B, got the fuck away from me, got free

Fuck ICE but the Bald-headed Kangols shoppin'

For wifey and PYT, didn't even turn around to see

Javier getting yoinked from out the stock room

And into the Black Van waiting down the street

Pseudo concentration camp run by jingoist idiots

Overseas treaty created statelessness intentionally

Law the driver, anger the shooter, love the mourner

Angel candles burning on every sidewalk and stoop

Wilted flowers to mark the death of another civilian 

Minding their own business when business slid out

Crashed out, black box is twenty Ring cameras, ten

Security feeds, and three witnesses but still it's 

Fliers and Crimestoppers ads, homies on a corner

Your brother in court, Custer's Last Stand, learn

Later the flip was unplanned but it doesn't matter

It was all contrived, the man trap set long ago


It was stars when you hit the ground, wind knocked 

Out, knee fucked, a stretcher onto a helicopter

It was steady limping up to the Kroger Pharmacy 

Bent over dope sick until you hit the rip, single stall

Smoke alarm and narcan the alarm clock, no EMTs

Needle in your arm but you got yourself free 

Supply-side economics, it's balloons and tin foil

Got a little side hustle hustling halfway houses

Run by close friends, cash for blow and dope on

Credit, numb to climbing the stairway of slit necks

Trying to look like Roc but die like Peep, tragedy 

Modern Scarface but it's all in your head, listen

The end ain't something you can see until too late

Like a screenshot of a plot sent ahead to the target

Dirty Sprite in the double cup, Pimp C in the hotel

It's the press pill they gave to Mac in the tour bus

Or the hot spot on the deuce, smoked in solitary 

Solidarity, a velvet continuation, fent in the ramen

The blunt lasts longer when the humidity is up

Kids with ACEs hung from the ladders lowest rung

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