Chrome bag crumblin’, crumbs on the seat
Razor-blade wrist, tap-tap to the beat
Cookie in my jaw, fent in my sock
47th to Hoyt, doors hiss—don’t talk
Chocolate chip dreams, oven too hot
Mama still prayin’ I’m somethin’ I’m not
Swipe the Metro, swipe the bag twice
Sugar on my tongue, death on the ice
SUBWAY COOKIES melt in the dark
Same way my brain do—fallin’ apart
Doors closin’ now, no stops left
Just me and the rats and the scent of death