P.O.S 
Shambles as a rule 
Tangled like 
Chasing a train 
But still look cool 
Somehow still limp along 
So fly that it feels like a strut 
Like glitter on a black eye 
Or tattoos over scars 
Keeping all flames lit 
When the breeze 5 alarm 
Bet tho 
Fresh coat of Rusto 
Flat black (yeah duh) 
Tight bolts, Presto 
Till the bell tolls really 
Till my knees and my speech goes silly 
Till it reach that hilltop spread 
With the views and the truth 
Get whole, break bread 
Been ready, been set 
Been chilly, been dead 
All the way live tho 
By some twist of energy I’m alive 
And I can’t just not 
I’m head first, dive in 

SIMS 
I was really dripping 
Thinking there was peace to ink in 
Guess I had fallen on my own pen 
Writing “do you" 
Now I’m really bending 
Guessing Every sword is double edged 
Never thought that art was war 
Cut cord 
I wonder 
Do you too? 

SIMS HOOK 
My friend he's all heart 
It's on sleeve 
He's all hurt 
He's all art 
He’s won’t speak 
It decorates his arms 

My girl she's all work 
She's no sleep 
She's all hurt 
She's all art 
She won’t grieve 
It decorates my house 

MIKE MICTLAN
These tattoos don't say much to you
Wake me up in the middle of a night terror
Im scared but these tats don't talk me down
Safe arms & my fists can't fight fair
Ghost Dad? Nah son that's Dadface to you
Left & right
Life or death, Aztec, more than skin deep, sacrifice the blood to you
Lines connect the scars like connect the dots, got 8 for my crew
Ink for my dead big sis center of the chest spot right where her heart went stop
Off tha RIP half dead plenty mizer
Pound foolish & a Pennywiser
Glucometer high but now my veins don't pump that saccharin, fentanyl, Pfizer

DESSA
Leave it running
Leave the keys in it
If I ain’t back in a minute, gun it
You can go and keep it
I got both feet on the gas
Something to prove, nothing to lose
Extra room in the back
Little petty cash
In the petticoat
So if the getaway’s gone
I’m still ready though
Hold steady on the straightaway, fast as fuck
Then it’s pencils down because the 8 bar’s up

CECIL OTTER
Autumn walks along the woods
Hardest talks about the past
Always saying if I could've
Always ending in the glass
Only friends are finish last types
Soda jerks that miss the glass
All they ever did was gas light
No reverse…hit the gas
It’ll last, it’ll stay
The medicine is fast
The bed is never made
Head is in the past
Telling me to stay
Risk it all now?
Edit, let it fade
Edit edit, get it, gut it now
Check my night light, it ain't coming down
Write for the night, I’m living, loving
Running, drilling, I did my bed, I’m done and gone

SIMS HOOK
My friend he's all heart
It's on sleeve
He's all hurt
He's all art
He’s won’t speak
It decorates his arms

My girl she's all work
She's no sleep
She's all hurt
She's all art
She won’t grieve
It decorates my house