“Rainy Night”

Another rainy night, standing on my porch.

With the fire in my eyes, i could write a torch.

With a torch in my hands, light the gas in my veins.

You really can’t complain, cause you haven’t felt my pain.

I flex, stretch, and strain, trying to stay out of the rain.

Just a hazard to society, cause I’m a giant flame.

When i walk down the street, people running from my heat.

Then they light themselves on fire, cause they all want to compete.

Like the people that they are, junkies slumped outside a bar.

If your looking for a dealer, then you don’t have to look far.

If your looking for a fight, then I’m looking for a spar.

If your serious about it, then you’ll wake up in a jar.

Now I’m on a roll, but my flame’s about to dim.

And in case you all don’t know my name, my homies call me Tim.