They say the good die young, so the bad die old.
Guess we somewhere in the middle, so just pray for my soul.
Jon Connor, “Broken Mirrors,” Salvation, 2011

You used to be fly, but you crashed your plane.
All I see is sissies in magazines smiling…
Whatever happened to wildin’ out and being violent?
Whatever happened to catching a good, old-fashioned, passionate ass whoopin’?
And getting your shoes, coat and your hat tooken?
We live in an era where it ain’t about dope rhymes.
When beef is online, and how big is your co-sign…