Momma don't cry 2/28/02
forms of death;
8million ways to die:
Suicide,
Fratricide,
homicide,
genocide,
matricide...
what's more lethal?
death from lead
or
death in bed?
reciting lullabies
to the countryside
the pied piper
stings like a viper;
like ritalin I'm hyper
come join this line cipher;
like a brother in the pen I'm a lifer
when it comes to writing
I'm righteous,
but
my end most arrive...
what will be a thug poet's final reply?
Momma,
I'm in a better place now,
so don't cry!
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Momma don't cry 2/28/02
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