Above The Cutting Edge

(MC T picks up the mic. It feels cold and alien to his touch-- far from the warm energy and sweaty palm residue it once had.)

This new stream of piss and grits Comes from a long list of sh*t that I'll never quit I'm deeply into it Like when the girl I love wants it I'm on it With lit cigarettes, gin and tonics.

I've made a promise To write everyday and be honest.

People who like to swing a fist Have missed the gist Because life gets Intense, real, and hopeless.

Sometimes you're on top with focus Sometimes you're climbing the same cliff ropeless

(Pauses, bobs head to the drum line and quiet guitar rifts)

I like to get buzzed like a locust in the shrubs I love life But I wish we could all live high above the cutting edge of its knife.