Sun Is Down
• Written by RapConcept
They come around when the sun is down.
Always wanting something.
I'm watching them spray the clouds with a substance that stains ground.
Someone's pushing buttons for the floodgates to displace the crowds.
Bloodstains on face as I'm chased by clowns.
Saints and snakes with claims of spaces I haven't found.
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RapConcept
Member since April 4 2015