ONE AND A HALF

Naive…

Peeking through…

shallow streams…

 

Bolt action mouth peace…

You must choose your first words…

Or die by your impression…

 

My ears only here your untitled…

Trying so hard…

Dieing so soft…

 

Quiet…

Think…

Listen to me…

 

Our views are so different…

That it differs with how I think…

It cracks the tank…

 

Clouds black of memories…

Only when you speak…

My day to day is painfull…

 

So it’s easy for you to delete…

My blues and lows…

Saying you understand…

 

Trust me…

You dont…

You never will…

 

Your never sick…

I’m always ill…

My ailments come from…

 

Slum living…

Handgun privileged…

Racism…

 

Crooked cops…

That plant drugz on victim’s…

Breaking a never mended…

 

Never ending…

fuel to a family that…

Was never there…

 

My only  family is…

Cell block living…

Welfare and Automatic weapons…

 

This country is the only terrorist…

That I See…

Things I can tell you…

 

Even if I did…

Tell you how we living …

You wouldn’t even believe me…

 

So if you want to see…

Feel the heat…

So close to you…

 

That it left 2nd degree…

Burns through concrete…

Robberys…

 

Drama that can escalate…

Into something you can’t run from…

So your left to wonder…

 

when will I die…

waiting for some kind of rapture…

What’s worst better?

 

living…

Or living to suffer…

 

You wouldn’t no…

Because your life has no true struggles…

 

 

you need to listen…

then you will understand that I’m not as evil as you think…

My money may have blood on it

 

 

 

 

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