Cold and slow

The time I spent on the road was quick and fast as it was ugly and excruciating

I met marijuana mobster and his chick LuLu 2 barrels

Who got the name on the account that she got terribly bloody from a 2 barrel shotgun

I met crazy mad men and women on the brink of addiction and obsessions possessive

Pan handled for meat and mead

The rich came down from their ivories to see the common folk who bleed and perspire for poverty as the elite gaww and gasp of the poor in cages like a zoo

They feel bad so they purchase a thing or two

Maybe they continue an arrangement of sorts like a prostitute and a politician

Money for services rendered behind closed doors

The longer the prostitute performs the duties of his or her position

The more you receive

The tools of consumerism

Quick fast to play in sweltering Florida and Georgia just after July

I was driven mad by my surroundings as they ate me

Enough for the day

To sustain the battle of today

Tomorrow it would be coming soon

So I better get ready for the pain

As teeth and blood grind away

Eternal golden red was the reason for this spell and so shall it be

My time on the road like a certain kind of death

Cold and slow