Never Mess With Hart Lee
This world’s so damn big, it’s got every flavor of weird on the menu.
Yo, guess what? One measly cigarette almost sent my soul on a one-way trip—straight-up “see ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya.” Freaky, right?
Next thing I know, I’m in this twisted fun-house of a place: neon shadows, folks twitchin’ like they missed their meds, and unspeakable nasties lurkin’ in every corner.
Some smug voice pipes up: “Welcome to Hell, bro. Clear a hundred floors and you’re free. Ain’t nobody done it in ten thousand years.”
Yeah, yeah, talk to the hand.
But check it—your boy’s still here, breathin’ and jokin’. If I hadn’t busted out, you think I’d be shootin’ the breeze with y’all?
As for the how, the what, and the “did that really happen?”—that’s homework for you. Grab a flashlight and start diggin’, ’cause the fog ain’t liftin’ itself.