My life fell apart in all the right ways
The walls that once covered me in the dusk
That engulfed generations of conjoined vitalities
I seeked solace with my knees tucked and arms arched
In an attempt to shield myself from the tempest
I soon realized that I had to be my own savior
On the run yet somehow still surrounded
I'm reminded by the streets they're haunted
Still alone yet presence lingers on me
Every cornerstone indulged in what we
Should've done but never did
Penetrate with a barrel lip
Should've lived, died as the
King of the hill
Dollar short, every penny spent
Put a blade where my skulls pitched
Put to rest, died as the
King of the hill