Society's ills or rage running rampant, left for dispute
Ironic I grew self-absorbed from all the venom they spew
Not in my nature; to be clouded & surrounded by struggle
All the blood spilled runs deep - I could drown in a puddle
Hope formed ripples; although we encourage them less
Hired to serve & protect for the most worthless of checks
I'm not worthy of death - Ignoring all the blessings & praise
My soul changed hues as I succumbed to the pressure they face
Who orchestrated the pain, who chose the heavens as peaks
The composition known as my life made the melody bleed
That'd never be me. But I dug me a ditch & greed is what helps
A Robin Hood of sorts- Steal from the rich but keep to myself
A warrant granted the power & then I'd rush to the scene
The biggest hustler I knew wasn't as corrupted as me
But the money he'd bring meant all my dreams with in reach
Reality hit before I imagined women & drinks on a beach
I felt my teeth chipping -
On the barrel of his glock as I reached for my piece
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