Back II Burn

We back to relapse
On a block called 'The Trap'
Crooked court of a king caught in sub prime collapse
An implacable base out a cracked window crawls
At a smashes snail's pace
Dragging this song

We back to redact them old tags on the wall
Them names at half-mast, that lawless lack scrawl
Mere bylines at twilight recurring last calls
Three-or-four letter loyalties that pass before dawn

We back to burn
Not to testify fire single serve earns
No exile a return is entire right
This ain't no last ditch midnight mass
Sacked cloth and ash dripped, aftermath of a crash
Startled gray glass shit
Ask Dax motherfucker
Guess who's back...