[Verse 1 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 smashed snails pace
Dragging this song
[Verse 2 Pedestrian]
We back to redact them old tags on the wall
Them names at half-mast, that lawless black scrawl
Mere bylines at twilight recurring last calls
Three-or-four letter loyalties that pa** before dawn
[Verse 3 Pedestrian]
We back to burn
Not to testify fire in single serve earns
No exile a return is entire right
This ain't no last ditch midnight ma** sacked cloth and ash dipped
Aftermath of a crash, startled grey gra** sh**
Ask dax
Motherf**er
Guess who's back…