Off My Treasure

“17 homicides in one week”

“Rest in peace”

 

 

Suburban

Sub

Urban

Not

Urban

At

All….

 

Hot Cheetos

Get burned

Then split up

like twix till

The body stops flinching……

 

Live bait

The drugs to

Prisons up state…..

 

 

Never shit where you eat

Even if the toilet is in

The kitchen……..

 

Hair of wool

Skin of bronze

Resources farmed

Thats how wars start……

 

Oil

Dimonds

Gold

Money

Cold

In

Evil

Roams……..

 

Love yourself

Yes of course

I don’t love at all

When you love me

I love myself even more…….

 

“Don’t make loving relationships extinct….”

 

Bullets fly

Baby’s cry

Bath tubs chant

Get in or

You could die…….

 

Venus fly traps

Trap flies

I want to fly

Yet

I surround by

Hand cuffs

Why………….

 

 

Shin deep in

Oat meal water

Still trying to swim

Till my lifes in order……..

 

Curruption shifts

Clutches brake

Our mistakes

Pardon my gang affiliations……..

 

There are

Hundreds

If not

Thousands of

Billionaires

In the world………..

 

Staring down at

Soup kitchens

Out dated schools

Child hunger

Kids

and

Adults

living under underpasses…….

 

Give up you valuables

Pawn your pressious materials

Things

For food……..

 

 

Wiping the blood off

With one ply toilet paper

Moving on to the next caper………

 

Pouring freon into

The cerial bowl

There isn’t any milk left

Equivalent to going outside

The air makes us the sick-est…….

 

 

I remember now

What I had to say……….

 

When you come to visit

Pack your candle light visual

Candles and flowers

Trajectory of destination

Missed

Raining cold silence…….

 

Please stay away from the city!

 

Where the victims become shooters!

Shooters become fiends!

Thieves become kids!

Back over again!

 

Ceasefire

Or die……..