We are the Fall
Northern white crap that talks back
We are not black. Tall.
No boxes for us.
Do not f** us.
We are frigid stars.
We were spitting, we were snapping "Cop Out, Cop Out!"
As if from heaven. s**er
s**er
s**er
s**er
s**er
s**er
s**er
s**er
s**er No stars in the zone
I stay at home
I live on snacks
Potatoes in packs I like to blow
I like to blow
I like to blow
Concentration zone The years go in circles,
The years go in circles
Hopes goes, I'm gone
Smoke comes, I go A spurs fan, a warrior,
Happy no-hoper
Dull, manage,
I think slow. s**er, blow.