from a cadillac. not bad for the first week of the month.
hotel rooms have been rented out in anticipation of welfare checks being cashed and the fiends starting up.
the freaks come out of the woodwork to get their fix in my neighborhood.
I'm queen here. people come up to my window and tell me what's up. what if I was a narc? I can't believe the shit they tell me.
what they're mixing in their heroin, how much weed they have left to sell, how this person is running his shit from prison.........
I have something on my forehead that tells them to confess their sins.