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When you look at me, what do you see?.. Who said a I was an Angel? - @fifthharmony

EXCERPT FROM VICTOR CALDERÒN’S BLACK BOOK, DATED THE DAY OF ARREST- 

woke up

in central booking- at  a station.

hassled by these federal agents. They thought I was, 

 insane when I  said there’s no deals to be made and 

NO DICE NO APPEALS.

 what you offer me,

 is not temptation, TO ME, real time 

shooter from the Calico Basin

Lives, BLEEDS and may have killed in H-town, 

or on the Austin streets 

until handcuffs were fastened cautiously. Now, it’s the 

STILL of rolling morning- but is MY TIME OBSOLETE?

their Alibis, deceit: keep me filled with shallow pride and the will

 to cheat they FAITH and defy these 

allegories on repeat. so this  morning 

I just to rise to my feet.                                                                                                                                                                                                         

  is SOMETHING waiting for ME? on the otherside

of pale gray bars, will it absolve or will it all just seize?

purgatory is never disguised by debris

can they SEE US OUT DESERTED?

pulled over in middle of the street

I Told APD, ‘I got another  story, but there is no lies 

on the sheet.”

AM I LEFT TO PLEA? the jury 

starts to sniffing out their meet &

starts to stitching up the cleats. But I don’t blame,

everyone hurts, and this slow jazz -cold cash city scaoe is bittersweet

Vivid is the prison time? am I already  defeated.

...there is nothing to offer the  Travis county DA, and the precinct. 

I’d RATHE BE BURIED- If my people can’t

eat. Fuck, yes,  I ride on southside, distinct-

company of  bandits, some ramblers, cheaters and a has-been 

thief. C’est la vie. dirty money handlers that most will

not see. Lord

CAN YOU SEE that im here cause yesterday 

my car swerving on a midnight creep

on lamar

trunk  dirty filled with Sinoloa sleet.

They found a throwaway Beretta 

buried underneath the seat

no mercy pulled over by the heat. 

But as I sit on the iron seat, and wait for the fire squad,

IS THERE SOMETHING WAITING FOR ME,

GOD, Send me a wink or nod. 

Had an idea to help a certain blogger that’s a real cool dude. Nothing quality, but a concept of sorts. Supposed to be a theme from the old Starfox game for the good ol’ SNES. Slowed it down, gave it a new instrument, and claim it to be from a music box.