Last night it was riot man
tear gas and helicopters in my frying pan
the center of the brain stem from which i expand
hero of the ground zero of the city that I am in
fire dancers lion tamers and hired man
rule the crowd with an iron hand
looking for the sweaty man
for the anxious man
who need to get their fix next
eyes on obtainment
rolls cut, six decks
the dealer guards his hand at all cost
if you fail now it’s your loss
we roll gather no moss
back home the alarm goes off
we still out in the night
far from the sounds and sights
dug down somewhere in the underground
ya’ll’ll hear more about it when album comes out