Poetry,  Vic Stanley

Foul Ways

Written by Vic S.
Music by Dreamlife & Aron Teo Lee

I was foul in my way
For thousands of days
Clouded off haze (marijuana)
That’s why I thought that way
Pissy (drunk) off the liquor
Twisting up a swisher (rolling a blunt)
I inhale the buddha (weed)
The tension grows thicker

As I increase my weight (drug dealing)
I’m staring in the mirror
Trying to gussy up (work up courage)
A lot of pressure here
Strength I muster up
Won’t last long enough
Who’s strong enough to wade through these streets?

The faces I see
Are riddled with defeat
That’s the type of puzzle 
That’s hard to complete
You don’t got the heart to compete
There’s no God here
At least not one we can see

The Devil is alive and well
And easy to meet
A cup full of false hope
Is easy to drink
See, the evanescent feeling is easy to keep
When your mind is asleep
And you’re living in a dream

Narcosis has you numb to the things 
That destroy your life
It’s a number of things
Try to peep them in the scene
Before we fade to the next
A hard working mother is crying and vexed

Her son is off the block
And he probably needs a vest (bullet proof vest)
The game starts them off so young that he hardly has a chest
It starts them off so young
They reach 21 at best
Then their baby mothers are left
With sons that will follow in their steps

See, I followed in the steps of those hustlers before me
Figured I’d do better on this trek,

But the story 
Stays the same
The characters too,
Only the names get changed

We’re confined to the sheol
On them corners working deals
Driver is a yellow-bone creole (a creole woman with light yellowish brown skin)
I lace her mind with lies
Lasik on her eyes
Adjust them to the reality I devise
Now her mind in mine

These guys on the block like mimes
In a glass box like time (hour glass)
The sands just pour…

Still, they never stop their grind
Hustlers for death
As they rock them dimes (1 gram of coke or weed)
Started off with nicks (nickels – half a gram)
Working up to ki’s (kilos, kilograms)
Interrupted by police
Every time they stack a G (1 thousand dollars)

There’s no forward movement
It’s a vicious cycle
These guys stay idol
Like the ones they worship
Their mind-state tribal
We did it for survival
At least that’s the lie boo

The whole time
Our actions are pernicious
Our words are seditious
Living irreligious
Have that broad cook the meal
And her daughter do the dishes…

Get them accustom to this pimping
The same with those young boys
Bathe them in sinning
Remove the exit signs
Call the dope spot the trap
“No Way Out”
Picture that!

It’s a psychological game,
It’s ontological man,
They wonder if a better day really exists
I tell them, 
“Behold the Scripts (scriptures)!”

They testify to the One
He shines light through those corridors
That hold more darkness than Mordor
The opposite side of the Force or
A serial killers mind
I was trapped in the grind
My salvation was divine

I dismantle preconceived notions
That y’all are quoting from TV
Rap videos, and propaganda you see
Is it sad that I fit them on the surface?
You don’t want to really scratch deep
And truly view me
‘Cause that would make me more than worthless

Folks in these churches
Ask me, “Was it worth it to really run the streets?”
I have no answer,
It’s just the life I lived
I arrived at this point
And got more life to give
Switched cycles
I rinsed off death
And gave life a spin

I’m feeling like I should begin again
Y’all should sit down and listen in…

See, I was foul in my way
For thousands of days
Clouded off haze (marijuana)
That’s why I thought that way
Pissy (drunk) off the liquor
Twisting up a swisher (rolling a blunt)
I inhale the buddha (weed)
The tension grows thicker

As I increase my weight (drug dealing)
I’m staring in the mirror
Trying to gussy up (work up courage)
A lot of pressure here
Strength I muster up
Won’t last long enough
Who’s strong enough to wade through these streets?

The faces I see
Are riddled with defeat
That’s the type of puzzle 
That’s hard to complete
You don’t got the heart to compete
There’s no God here
At least not one we can see…

It’s hard to believe
We’re just killing ourselves
Guess it’s hard for y’all to see

I’m just pacing myself
Making my way through this Hell…


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