GUYS ITS ME....IN MY OLD VEST

EDDY KANES PAIN....POETRY
GUYS....ITS ME...IN MY OLD VEST
by dusean dunbar/ bishop g/ kingyoda!





HAND CLASPED IN FRIENDSHIP
DAMN THAT PRETEND SHIT,
SOMETIMES THE BEST BEGGININGS
ARE WHEN YOU END SHIT!
NO NAMES NEED BE FILLED IN BLANKS...
JUST MAKE SURE MY CHAMBER
AINT FILLED WITH BLANKS...
AND SQUEEZE!

FROM MY KNEES
I DID PRAYERS,
I'VE PLAYED THE ROLE
OF A DRAGON TOO THE SLAYERS,
AND SLAYER TOO THE DRAGONS,
I NEVER IMAGINED...

THAT FIRE BREATHING
SPITEFUL DEMONS REALLY EXIST!
THEN IT HAPPENED.

NOW I HAVE A PERMANENT SMOKE SMELL
SURPRISED LIKE MY BOND WAS A DOLLAR
AND THEY AINT POST BAIL!
YOU MEAN TOO TELL ME
I AINT WORTH TEN DIMES?
4 QUARTERS?
20 NICKELS?
BITCH FINE!

REMAIN BLIND...
MAY MY WORTHLESS WORDS
NOT HURT YOU AND SERVE
A HIGHER PURPOSE,
ONLY OBSERVED...
AND PRESERVED
BY THOSE WHO HEARD A SOUL IN DISTRESS,
WHEN DID EDDIE KANE REALISE HE GOT LEFT?

damn....nights like THISSSSSSSSS