No conference after the crossroads
Then that the that
Cussed, your soul ain't for real

Hoover street
Corner back of the Burroughs
Art the monk
Zen

Who your name let you be ?
Caught over ******* sneaks
Or in hand less than sound

Ian I pick your pocket
Counter my coffee
How's los Angeles do hightower?

Ian the confuscuis
Demon his barber?
Enlivein it brotha

Two ***** bars left
Won't climb my arms
In a rose tattoo