115 at Night

Cross fade it's 1:15 at night Two wounded worlds collide Their frailty disguised 1500 block He was idling there One man's safehouse was The other man's grave They told him was trouble never-ending struggle City from rez do or die was his survival mechanism Prison wisdom no capacity just incapacitated Strangulated by the juvenile incarceration Segregated from the suboxone to cops own prejudice of him This would've been a unified pessimism But reality told him to pull the trigger