I used to know this nigga Sonny, he was ironically dark Never consumed by the money, but selling Joe in the park Became a main habit of kids, bagging a piff Cornucopius quoting a man, he was blagging a biff It wasn't simple, simpler than previous Maturity was lacking and he was never mischievous Devious was closer, only relevant if leaving us He was too afraid, so he stayed forced to believe in trust Honesty was the commodity he'd never possess Nevertheless, manipulate a woman, beating his chest Weeping of stress, seeking a breast, wreaking a cess Heard a pitter-patter, missing the latter, weeping to death Without a shoulder to cry on, no one left to rely on He was followed by some men in black like the belt of a riot gun In the report, said he was caught dead in the snort And was shredded, he never even embedded a fork Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle Let me start from the beginning, I packed the middle with simple Cutest of the children, always displaying a dimple Never talking out of line or defined as he fought the vine But an awkward spine left him severed over single Proud in the corridors, a wrong in yours While the janitor was bumping floors, he was dropping oars On all fours, left them begging for a reason Treason left him cold, never froze for an evening But the body heat never seemed to keep his body sweet On another meet, looking for another blunt of beat Now the streets became his mistress, turning his witness Cos when a wick spits, you don't know he'll be holding hit list Switched shifts, he's stumbling on the warpath Whores bark, meditating up in the raw dark For more dark, he's knowing that's when the war starts Cutting poor lives and disabled kids up at four-part Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle I said the life that you're living don't seem to be making sense Shaking pence out the cookie jar, looking hook on the bends Losing friends, rookie he spends all of his pens On the little bit of leaves that would leave him stuck in the ends He started to shart, using the plot, itching his scrut Little street corner located, dropping his crop Others would watch, smother the block under the spot Till he found himself surrounded by brothers robbing his block Didn't seem to be the average type, put a badge in sight Coppers turning foxes and it just wasn't a rabbit's night He was alone for just a couple of minutes Scrolling through his phone, trying to bell a couple of digits But nobody would answer Chancellor took his last chance at a glance in a drug deal stance And now we dance with the devil in the park by the treble Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle