Cracked foundations leak, it’s a fact,
That attracts rats, mold grows and that shit is wack,
‘Cause like I need a space that’s commendeerial and chill for me to write
But we need the raw materials to build and the right

Mixture of light fixtures and extra large windows of opportunity,
When those of our community come to pay a visit.
You treat it properly while you break down the science of the property value.
The building’s sick and dying with a first class infection,

If the health board people come, we’ll never pass inspection.
The vinyl side’s been neglected, fallin’ off, broken,
Let me do the talkin’ ’cause I’m tall and soft spoken.
The buck 65 interior design should be simple and elegant,

Superior to the minds of the criminal element,
Unless you include graff writers,
But still guys are markin’ places for parkin’ spaces
Before the floor is reinforced, not even to mention boards

Are hammered in wrong and with this tangle of extension cords,
The next thing you know, the roof will be on fire,
Killed in the smoke and the flames then engulf the entire building.
The carpet just sold that wants the ability

‘Cause they must first live up to their responsibilty
Of keepin’ the premises safe from any nemesis
Or foreigner that would only paint himself into a corner.