Suppurated boils cover your face 
Gushing down your chin, superabundant 
Pus Epileptic scraggly limbs leave a weightless impression 
Nailed to a wooden cross 
Like thumbtacks to a wall 
I made you a martyr 
Like hundreds before 
Picking you off the hazy streets 
The missing of a crackhead junkie 
Crown of thorns placed on your head now 
Piercing through your empty skull 
Snorting up the stench of blood 
Profane creation, added to my quantum 
I made you a martyr 
Like hundreds before 
I crack head vigilante 
Exalted above all law