Gulag

Right-hand mirror with the foot on the gas

Can disappear with a hook and a crack

Managed to peer at the book in the bag

Welcome you here to the gulag.

With monsters and mayhem

Cartridges and layman

Beasts and beauties,

And dramas of Salem.

Conscious efforts to be calm or it's amen

Semis and thugs, splattering the way man

Barbed wires on necks like its ramen

False deities and idols of cavemen.

But the word on the street is to run from the meats

Fangs and jaws that scatter and eat

But the mind is clean and nights are bleak

So the M-16s just right on my feet.

It's the hatred that spews

Locking men in its truce

If you're better than the rest

The Gulag is your noose.

They don't see my tire cause I'm skidding in success

No, they don't see me drier cause I'm dripping in finesse

Yeah, wanna see me retire cause I know I'm the best

Wanna reach those heights they marvel at or guess.

By: Arman Yusuf