Track marks frozen in time.

The hustle and bustle of boostin' and sellin.'

The dull point cuz there's no dollar twenty nine for new ones. Spent that on chocolate milk and cigarettes.

Broke down payphones on dirty ass corners, balloons stuffed in change dispensers.

Prostitute turnin' tricks in the next room, somehow sounds like two wet bags and a plunger.

Y las mujeres de mi raza?...

Son tecatas tambien. Junkies. Dope fiends. My people being eaten away by Emme y Syndicate.

Leather tanner and hydrochloric acid...For three hundred dollars.