"Con-Ed Fed Agents" (3 of 15)

Rap Madras

On the train, treating the verse

Like an incantation, like a life depends

On nailing every rap madras, psilocybin 

Leaking out the pores, THC tincture the

Binder, dripping the color of turmeric and

Cardamom, hit a lick and got triggered

Seizing on the street corner, no one said

That oxys and mollys can send you into

Serotonin shock syndrome, get booked

On pep pills, heart stopped with the taser

Like you forgot the fentanyl tester, autopsy

Labeled the death as excited delirium

On the street, angel dust floats like spores

Broken rose stem and burnt flower, ashes

Like a syringe, hollow when it's done, ashed

Like a cigarette, resisting arrest, concrete

The ashtray and the cherry is his face, cuffs

Locked after all movement ceased, severed

Connection, announced brain dead in the ICU

But the PBA attorney buried the lead, hung

Jury refused to even indict, officer straight

Walked out the court house, no questions

Asked, dug out the flaw underneath the skin

Formication, Miami cockroaches, palmetto 

Sized cigarillo, used to chief it straight, white

Owls kept it under wrap, strange how they see

Everything but the exonerating Twitter footage

Pretty white women vaping on the F Train

Daniel Penny logic, hold tight until it dies

Eight units double bagged, one paper, one

Plastic, petty human versus a DMT pen