Smithereens (Stop Cryin) El-P

[Intro]
Bring me the dramatic intro, machine

Fell asleep late, neon buzz
PTS stress, we do drugs
City air strange, sticky lungs
Mayor Doomburg gives no funds
And I'm crying (crying)
Crying (crying)
Call out with a fiendish ring
Broken into smithereens
Everything's exactly how it seems
And it would seem that I am crying (crying)
Crying (crying)

[Verse 1:]
In a world of super duper whores, the kids just want a little more
Little tyke goes through the bloody mind sex with a veteran's decor
And I'm crying
Crying
So when I step in the stop frame, I became pure BK
'Cause I grew up on the krazy kings and inhaled second hand spray
And I'm crying
Crying
Where the walls talk your defiances and alliances were made
With a fugitive dash after class, to harass the gods of fame
And I'm crying (crying)
Crying (crying)
And the goons that I collude with on this rude shit same way
And will break a crab down in public, just to manipulate their pain
And I'm crying (crying)
Crying (crying)
Why should I be sober, when god is so clearly dusted out his mind?
With cherubs puffing a bundle, tryna remember why he even tried
Down here it's 30% every year to fund the world's end
But I'm broke on Atlantic Ave tryna cop the bootleg instead
Pure savage established hard rock talk circa '93 proof
Walked the high road to infinity with similarly truant moves
When a wandering ration line derails, I steal food
Maybe tread where the sidewalk hawks look alive and hide tools
On a bed that someone else made
Tryna wait for the next boot
And it drops when you took prime-time hellemundo off mute
Old folks say "time to build"
But demolition pays more loot
Rip patch from your hazmat suit
Slip past with an odd bop (woop!)
El-Producto, sorta strange
They say he stares at you, long range
Perhaps he's looking past us all with his thousand yard gaze