The Ghetto Festival

Skilled thevies

Cut from the

Two hundred percentiles cotton

Sleaves of a killers womb

A lost tape of

The past

Born to be wild

Born to die

At

A young age

Dope slinging disabled

By there own diciple

Pull pistols on guys

When that rent went late

Look into his eyes

The colors of

Lots of leaves raked up

Mud revealed a gangstaz make up

Tactical take downs

Task force

Forced kids to

Re-eat dog shit

Then plant evidence

On them

They beat them with

Knight sticks

Irons over the heart

Sparks a good soul

To part

From

Out

Of

A

Young

LADYS OR MANS HEART

Turning the makers into a

New revolution

Naked

So it’s not televised

Revenge perfectly

Would be a heaven send

The other friend

Of his

Died in prison

From a untreated

Staff

infect

tion

Marshall law aginst police

The “Che Guevara’s”

Of our times

Pillaged for peace

Protection of the community

Label as gang members

When black men come together

The women with us to

We looked up to

Car chases ensued

Hopped out on foot running

Guess he was

From the wrong hood

Head hunting

They gunned him down

Them solid boys

Don’t fuck around

Convicted felons before twelve

Believe it

Or not

The narrator doesn’t even care

Mafia influenced

Cop killer influenced

Growing up never having

Much

Or less then

Some kids

Went mad

Turning into cold killers,

Cold cases

Even heroin Addicts

PTSD…

Is common

Leased a uncontrollable

Problem

Shot swans in the face

Diving in cages

Isolated

Forever

Stories of frozen teachers of basic survival

The  assets

Never to be told

Sitting

Rotting

Praying for the Rapture

Silently

Now instatitionalized

Writing out there

Why me’s

On cell walls

All surfaced

Right back to reality on purpose

Fuck the world

They chanted

Over plexiglass door

Then lights out

Never returning