Lasers

[the Draç]

Hot like the color red.

The C.I.A., like a fed.

The cousin of death, in bed.

And you're trying to earn your street cred?

Fed up with the front.

A pussy who plays baseball likes to bunt.

Smoking ashes to ashes to dust.

And you swear I'm needing to trust?

All for the lust of gain.

To sin is to be in pain.

Sell your soul for fame.

A child that's born is lame.

In which the money sought.

A car that's broke is bought.

You sin, then you got caught.

You lost when what was fought.