another lost victim
deadly assault by the metal
body found on asphalt death sketched in chalk in the ghetto
last breaths gasp from the thug
as his blood gushes
I think drug pushes
talk to the devil
their so confused and cold
they don’t know the jewels I hold
you cant merk me to clutch
I walk on a level
most aren’t worth to touch
my tim’s are dirty and scuffed
from standing in the gutta
for the brother that thinks that he cant
hes trying to clamp on to what little light shines from the lamp
on the street curbs
the rap music has so much garbage intertwined into each word
its so easy to find bondage each night
see life isnt supposed to be lived in this manner
strife gives me the grammar
for those kids that live in the slums
my lungs becomes the hammer
my windpipe makes the heat surge
i really don’t write
or memorize these lines
its just when i close my eyes
the Divine reveals to me each word…
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