"If These Walls Could Talk"

"If These Walls Could Talk"

Written by Chi Money

a hassled man wit fragile hands, paid a proud nation

to build me up as the foundation, of which this castle stands

imagination grew curious, of why the sky is the limit

so these walls hit the sky n beyond your site within minutes

all kinds of these women with somethin to prove in their life

are programed with confused dudes in a fly, suit n a tie

soon to provide illusional sites through Lucifer's eyes

but what their losin' is time.. and the lust of it all

so start cuttin corners, til they find the blood on the wall

the drugs n the straw.. guns in the vault..

duckin it all, talkin bout how he wasnt involved..

n had the same answers when flames enraged faster

up the walls that supported what he was incaged after

those walls were rebuilt, but since nothin is free

or obstucted to cease the construction of greed

green turned to power that made him drunk n he screamed

got bored n aggravated, waitin to fullfil his facinations

while his ego got carried away, along with his imaginations

he shuffled right by me, with out a care in the world

on the way to take advantage of this scared little girl

who's screams for help then carried through the walls

barely knew at all, but appearantly her calls..

made it to the saviours that came tearing through the halls

defense preparing to involve, those sharing who's at fault

but dna of stupidity smeared between the ceiling n floors

kneeling beforth, a force that never seemed appealing before

so as he woulda Madoff wit profits, striaght off deposits

of names lost in closets, that were taped off in boxes

guilty of ignoring his surroundings, 25 to life was given

so once the walls closed in, he had all the time to listen

then started talkin to the walls wit the voices in his brain

became voided as insane, pourin poison in his veins

YEARS LATER...

got doses of reality, once he left those clickin gates

grounded in a sound proof room, wit his pessemistic ways

but if i cant talk, why your ears pressed against my face?

respected his surroundings as he found death's a livin place

yet his best descriptive traits were left in written slates

ten incrypted plates that were read from prison mates...

but he slurred words right before they heard his breath go

saying, "these walls can talk... n im stuck in a stir of echoes".......