Lyrics War Story - Black Damien

Mental couture
Dressed in stress
Parental demure
To protect thyself I'm obsessed
Never objectify
Nuance of the eye
With the law I comply
Never had a public arrest
Yet I've seen flesh akin to mesh
In my municipality
Death is a reality
Uptown northwest
Red sky over KDY
Slaves buried beneath our feet
On V Street
Remember days on Irving
Shopping at Sports Zone Elite
Where some throw stones at the weak
In a svelte physique
Altered mystique
Church is for the Meek
Drake is for those who Forsake
No man is eternally awake
The abyss consists of anti bliss
And a denied wish
Catalyst of this is dismissed
Glee in the streets of DC
With declining COVID
The streets no longer bare
Now the second scare
Is the first
Wreckoned streets tears
Fear and a hearse
Let's not revisit July 4th
And the death of Christopher Brown
Tears brought forth
To live crowds fought
Lack of empathy found
Widespread panic
Ease the state of the manic
Diseased for our pain is walled
Off not gigantic
Yet and still don't minimize our lives
With contrived lies devised from
Web pages and newspapers
Ever since the onset of temple tapers
And chink Santana capers
Slim broke with suave in the house
Like Tony Draper
Let's elongate the state of our fate
Too many youngins at the gate
Who stand and wait
Heads oscillate like a fan
That of your look out man
Za in the hand
By the car we stand
Alienated and subjugated
To hatred in a financially naked
Un sacred foreign land
Where the foods of the soul
Are bland
Need to be seasoned with reason
The skies bleeding after
Another guttural sound
The maps smallest town

Another District war story
You heard me not saw me
Another District war story
Park Road streets talk like Maury