Cost of Living

(Verse 1)

Double doses for the comatose echoes off alarms

Albeit it calm you know the voice no need to boast

Ego is slow roasting as pop balloons leave in pride

Ruins her choice over comers over chasing commas

Watching hustlers jumping hurdles like Olympic summers

All for sake of commerce succumbing to the love of

Dollars street knowledge is well polished well verse

In road runner see colors in red press pedals at the amber

Pedestrians in dread single tear shed but no regret every

Hour minute second RZ his only weapon bus bullet sped

Escape from depression what was his last question

Which will take first Economy or mental to the Hearse

Pinching pennies till it hurts the nurse doing chest compressions

Till heart works others busy bagging bodies driven urge to fill purses.