i think about it every night and day another murder in the first degree i heard a big bang so i shot back now theres another lover dead inside my tracks nothings intact in fact the city s blown out theres a mushroom cloud of cynicism and doubt and im the last man standing trying to figure it out sup diss town is a po calypse i think about it every night and day that ain t a skyline its a cemetery that aint the sidewalk its the sidelines now that theres a mob in the road and the church bell chimes with picket signs for the modern times the streets are trashed so the can man stayed trying to hustle some bottles back to the store for some change but theres no one here but the insincere so diss town is a po calypse