San Luis Potsoi

The murderer,
And his alien morality of texture.
He feels wet. 
Reptile brain, pain brain
Met us all the same. 
A world of cars and patterns, 
Predators and prey
He eats on gasoline,
Ice, dice, play.
Esta el aqi?
Si, si.
He lives between us, 
Underneath our money, 
Behind our breath, 
Underneath our trust. 
If you take that long road south, 
Taste the dust, partner
And you'll feel him
Pleading for mercy.

-Pablo Washington