After the fight
Deep sight
Late night
Waking up to my norm
But outside I see the storm
Brewin’ up trouble
Power’s just been doubled
Achin’ to burst the bubble
Factions scavenge rubble
Like fiends loose in my purse
To make out what came first
Crazytown’s framed up-mystery
Or just our little history
Hiding homeys linked
Finding Locs after the shrink
Tiding those nearly extinct
Mixed intentions kinked
Pushing reality to the brink
Come with me
Let’s sit and think…