What's a god with no saints?
The moonlights drip down her face
The same reason I made space in this abyss of heart stains
Abundant is that white lace
Clouding up my f**ing waist
She got me and my last name, I'm stealing you we taking trains
Take you somewhere we can lay
Where no hoes come between and break
Where no distraction resonates
I can't leave for thirty days
The withdrawal would have me hazed
Closing doors to buy a place where I wake to sounds of s** and some f**ing Screw tapes
Stable as these deadweights
But I got to say my saving grace
I can't leave this f**ing place
[Outro: Gil Scott Heron Sample]