#teeth out

seven to eight ounces don't judge me for the things I be, sideways smile, straight sincerity, chemical dependency it's just the fuckin dog in me, mud all over every claw, blood on my teeth

bare your neck for a second and, count hours to the beating of the second hand, and I write poetry to the beating of your heart, watch days melt into the blur tearing us apart

and I don't mean to be neurotic, celebrate this freedom from narcotics like I got it, you're a spot growing on my lung, chutes and ladders blame it on the fatter rung, catch me in the chatter sung

la-di-da, la-le-la, watch me come undone

like everything on you lookin better on my floor, shirts and skins I played this fuckin game before, fall back behind the line a three-pointer, playin inside the paint like I can't ignore the

distances that scream like hungry babes, all kittens, fawns but I ain't afraid, to spill blood in the name of tainted trust

like I made it but ain't tasted enough, like, yeah the blade sharp but he tainted by rust, like the world got teeth bared barely calling my bluff

like life got a whole other chapter written, like punctuated blood-blisters, blood-brothers, skin-sisters, listen,

I'm equal parts strength and weakness incarnate, I'm scalpel, suture cutting ever single part and piece that threaten peace with empty promises of war

my teeth out spitting

yeah, but

The Silence Set - Teeth Out

Mini50 Records