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letra de bad news - naukie

about as dried up as the pigeon corpse in between the bodega and my front doors
make no art, only a tequila wh0r-
aching muscles and bruises to chew on
maybe bad news is some kind of hard on

promising f-ck up sucked up too much evil slip up
turned into dirty oil gets stuck and stained underneath your fingernails can’t get rid of it, scrub till ya skin raw, now you dirty, too
sometimes i remember that the stories are true
when naukie was my only name, and i was only chasing bad bad for my veins
go to sleep afternoon twelve wake up at evening eight
on so many drugs, i ask her what are the words that i usually say

laughing through a car crash
shaking under three heated blankets, bones got more fear than cold
it’s like the times i’ve convulsed out of control
can almost count my overdoses past my fingers shoved down my throat so that i can make it through the night
fifteen is a bullsh-t frame of mind

his sweat smells like sh-t when he’s face to face with my drunk motherf-cker breath
but liquid courage, i grab you back, it won’t happen again
and baby opens the door with sharp knife and crying words “get the f-ck away from my sister.”
i tell the cop i’m just an -ssh0l- ’cause you ain’t trust a government mister
i tried to keep my mouth shut a long time ago
cocaine, we sing the same
you know my way back home

- naukie

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