as I journey into new odysseys
I witness dried dreams and wet tears;
mommas feeling the pain
once that phone rang;
flushed with visions of slugs
quickly traveling through the wind's
morning gust,
penetrating the atmosphere
until they enter flesh and disappear;
slowing down the wide of stride
because he had to much hidden pride
when he lost last nights fight;
altercations involved with an associates
situation;
dealing with the evils,
demon's mischief maker,
number 1 soul taker;
embraced the fire that caused
spirits untimely expiration;
didn't see it coming until he heard
the wind humming;
the bringer of his peace
was a chrome nickel plated piece;
cocked back and released,
two hollows were the swallower's of his shadow,
the drinker of his blood,
the eater of his unconditional love;
law claims to be the lords of justice,
but when we are the victims
the judicial system doesn't
care if the perpetrator is apprehended
or convicted...
... cause us killing us is what
their forefather's predicted