There no puppys and kittens and sunny days in the view of the lineing of my scopes target.
Friends become enemies… Enemies become disloyal… Disloyalty becomes death…
Nah not that pretty TV show death of a cherished character. The ugly kind of death.
The victim or whatever doesn’t come back to the set for a take two. Such a headache…
I’m not at all traumatized I’m more or less modernized because this TV show is often familiar to my peripherals.
Giving my true visions of life a bad rerun. For me to run…. Nah! Never! I’ll die where I stand.
I’ll live like a renegade than to live under paid. Yelled at by a boss that doesn’t even know your name or where your from or what it took for you to get there.
Two middle fingers painted gold raised up like Cee Low Green telling you that I could give a solid gold fuck about what or how you think of me.
Or what you suggest I do or how I should be… When a close friend of yours gets murdered beside you in your passenger seat by loud gun fire and you watch as he takes his last breath.
Give me a call!
Maybe then you will understand why my heart is so fucking far!
This piece is dedicated to Mannie Moons, lor ham, lor monkey, John john, black E, lor Aaron, grace, Man, Pusha, big toot, lor B, Noodles, Nolan No go, lor lee, lor X, Slink, Dot, Dirty A, midway pookie, lor Jerry, lor Ryan, Kave man, Jabbie, Red Dogg, hershey, lor Cey Cey, Darrell, lor dell, Wayne, Murda, B.L. , Emanuel, fish……. R.I.P to you all I’ll see you when I get there and if I didn’t mention your name in sorry it’s just to Damn many lives lost.