WHEN THIS MOMENT ENDS

copper clocks belching ,miniature cities filled with white smoke,tattoes painted every where,and a slum lord waiting to sell his dope.big shiny cars yelling and sreaming as a child hides in this heat ,a man pulls out a gun and points it at me and you,then a cop pulls his gun out ,and just like that ,,,,,,,,,,,,this moment ends only to begine the next day...