Back2burn - Themselves, Pedestrian

We back to relapse

On a block called 'The Trap'

Crooked court of a king caught in sub prime collapse

An implacable base out a cracked window crawls

At a smashes snail’s pace

Dragging this song

We back to redact them old tags on the wall

Them names at half-mast, that lawless lack scrawl

Mere bylines at twilight recurring last calls

Three-or-four letter loyalties that pass before dawn

We back to burn

Not to testify fire single serve earns

No exile a return is entire right

This ain’t no last ditch midnight mass

Sacked cloth and ash dripped, aftermath of a crash

Startled gray glass shit

Ask Dax motherfucker

Guess who’s back…