Red Snow - Melanin 9

May the road rise up to meet you

May the wind always be at your back

May the sun shine warm upon your face

And the rain fall forever upon your fields

Born with the darkest eyeball

Traumatised father sparked ital

The second bastard born in Karma’s tidal

Bless my aunt she kept palms on bibles

Slept with scars from rivals

Lickin cars from Pecknarm for titles

Feds surround the ends with rifles

Masked desciples

Harlots ride the phalus hard at nightfall

Behind walls crack pipe pulls tap line moves

Flat lines from black nines that shoot

Taps on his back spine from gang tie recruit

Nine year old back sides like ride through

She hides the loot dump the nine in the boot

Liquidise highs late nights riding with high recruits

Spiral and coniving roots tyrant crews

Seen man tired from man made lies

to his ride guns spaff from the side

Fate on the acid stuff down an alkaline compressor

Stress puts his mother on a stretcher

Calmer temper karma’s pressure

Stuck in a mason masters architecture

I lust Armani textures

Plus yards with drink bars and six sharks beneath the dresser

Ask my lecture for tarnish brass armed ejectors

Spin the rim around to narcs

Piranhas who let the past infect us

Scammers with cornrows tapping in four ohs

Cameras capture abort souls trapped in the sort code

I touch road with a turbulent soul burning me slow

Raise my cup place my trust in a circle of foes

Amongst fear love and war lust hate we chase papers

Till the streets rot my brain like aspartame chasers

I touch road with a turbulent soul burning me slow

Raise my cup place my trust in a circle of foes

Amongst fear love and war lust hate we chase papers

Till the streets rot my brain like aspartame chasers

She’s out picking her skin with the ilnness

All she craves is earth and water

Trying to raise sons kids with a daughter

Four of us never knew pops

Broad shoulders taller than my olders

Way she taught us was rough

Promised to never let her see me in cuffs she brought us up

Hell in lakeside flat twenty seven things ain’t right

Mothers dump us on pavements social services take rights

Court cases glazed eyes days I cried age five

Drained inside with a sour face oh five devoured my tapes

Banging out weights to escape

Always depressed with a big nose poking my chest

Low fades with waves blowing haze respect

Stopped listnening to my grandma and caused her a stroke

Left home in my late teens started serving up 'dro

Case closed handed my line out to bruddas in west end

Mates showed me the roads to take oz to invest in

Resting with henchmen bench press ten with tension

Dressed in french linen dropping pork was the beginning

I started reading books and now the worlds spinning

Knowledge I gained in my dome replaced a hole made for sinning

VOs sent from brothers in prison cause friction

The streets talking.

Stay with my aunt before she had abortion

She taught me caution held me like a son

Never felt like she was enforcing

She only wanted me to prosper

All the bridges i burned my ways was fucked up

If I run I’m scared if I stay I’m dead

I touch road with a turbulent soul burning me slow

Raise my cup place my trust in a circle of foes

Amongst fear love and war lust hate we chase papers

Till the streets rot my brain like aspartame chasers

I touch road with a turbulent soul burning me slow

Raise my cup place my trust in a circle of foes

Amongst fear love and war lust hate we chase papers

Till the streets rot my brain like aspartame chasers

Yeah till the streets rot my brain like aspartame chasers

Triple darkness Cyrus Malachi