Inhale 3/14/02
Why must we die by the gun?
Inhale!
why can't we live without thoughts of burning in Hades?
Inhale!
what's the problem?
there is not enough room in Hades?
Souls overcrowd all areas,
no space to flex my elbows
Inhale!
stress consumes my chest so I
Inhale!
caught with lipstick on my vest!
Inhale
where can I rest my mental?
Inhale
no peace of mind when you
are trapped in Hades
Inhale
can't relax with criminals
plotting to jack,
Inhale
law obstructors constantly
causing eruptions
Inhale
law abiding citizens witness tragic,
Inhale
stuck between a rock and
a hard place
Inhale
college degree with no job
Inhale
made come ups from slums with bums,
but still eating crumbs
Inhale
without enough money to buy food,
but fornicate it,
Inhale
memory deplete,
but never forget to
Inhale
abusing life
taking friendships light,
Inhale
backstabbers joining the cipher
Inhale
recognize their disguise
Inhale
best friend plotted on your wife
Inhale
babies raising babies
Inhale
blacks slaying blacks
Inhale
the civil rights movement
was only 40 years ago
Inhale
Malcolm and Martin assassinated
Inhale
ladies having kids,
brothers raising fruit
not knowing he didn't plant the seeds
Inhale
from the auction block
to the dying block
Inhale
from number one minority
to number one casualty
Inhale
did the crime
now you are doing time
Inhale
no one to turn to
Inhale
people you believed were friends
won't return your calls
Inhale
go away on a trip,
come home and your wife done slipped
and fail on someone else's phallus
Inhale
caught in a tundra
with no umbrella
Inhale
headed into a storm
Inhale
living in a storm
Inhale
just made it out the storm
Inhale
give thanks and praise
or live forever in Hades!!!
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