Blanco Bishop's verse
The street is cold n frigid. I'm thinking, yo..what is this?
Lookin at my feet, shoes torn n worn. (?) But I bought these last week.
Did i get robbed? What time is it? Wait..where's my watch?
I must have blacked out. Lemme call..uhh....it's prolly back at the house.
Yet this feeling in the pit of my stomach keeps tugging at my brain.
I slithered towards a window pane and was appalled at my frame.
My clothes were dirty, ragged, dingy, stained and ripped
my face looked old, hairy, dilapidated; basically, i looked like shit.
Wtf man?! No...couldn't be...but there i was..broke..old and poor. It was quite clear
A bum. Just then my eyes opened..heart thumping and in cold sweat.
Thank God. A nightmare.
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