Absent Minded
Murder Capital of The Country
Another dead body today
the busses couldn't stop down that way
The lights flashed
and the cherries circled around
and the blood flowed into the gutter
and the silence was full of confusion
of people wondering of the truth
was this over cough syrup
like the rumors said
was it true?
7 in the morning another dead body the 7th since new years
time capsule this day in age of fright
fight or flight
of silent wars and hysterics
of people who are not Joe the Axe murder
who don't know whats going on
covering up their stress with humor
as our city makes it to number one
and stretches and pushes the envelope by a few more dead bodies
every day another one
frozen corpses don't count
unless they were poisoned
but weather is just another war
and as we sit on the Internet
in the dark being fed propaganda from overseas
Its this mixing pot with the highest murder rate
in all of Canada
and things don't seem to be changing
would you care to know me
would you care to care
would you know what to do
or how to help
or how to break them down to stop them before the knives are drawn
and the guilty party runs away
and the funeral bells ring
and it makes the news yet again of something no one knows what to say
Sullied and nostalgic we are
from beating around the bush
ready to cry wolf i fear
from what good nothing ever good could
and as the gunshots ring out
from the wrong side of the tracks
and we are surrounded by a real life train set
where and how do u escape the murder city
the deathbed to sleep at night to not wake up with heart burn
from the busy day of ulcers and bathroom trips
coming back home from the urban legends of toilets at places like war
Would you like to know more?
In this silly world
where freedom rings out in the nude
to run away from mankind's abusive ritualistic honeymoon
their Satan trap might be set but sweety
wanna know what good its going to do?
another dead body
another dream for some Mafia man come true
his tracks being covered
his destiny coming closer
and who pays who for what my brother
and where do all those go when they are no longer undercover
but into the arms of their scared upset terrified lovers
where secrets and truths can shatter everything for one another
and push things farther than they know
and I live here in this hole
in this hell
where the snow is covered in vomit and pools of deceit
the traces of blood stick to the snow and i have their DNA on my feet
and the muddy snow
from which the homeless trudge
to find warm,th of soup kitchens
to exercise their demons
its not getting easier its getting harder
and here everything all these fantasies of lifestyles
of rich and famous are no more
but normal and happy
warm and not hungry
safe and free have become more hopeless and far
somewhat bizarre as we shelter children of how to run the future
in systems and politics we don't have figured out
and things and theories that are backwards that aren't working
someone have mercy on this silent island page of spoken word
i repeat
when they die in the streets of society
eventually nothing will be tolerated
i know this my friends for the police in the crime scene war zone streets
dodging bullets and the edge of the blade being underpaid
who you call when someone robs you lemonade stands
are living a nightmare where no one understands
and its cool to be hoodlums or a G and disobedient and we call this free
the war zones of psychology and the streets
I wonder how many will die
how many will i see pass?
how many more of my friends friends of gangs and drugs be murdered
outside of clubs leaving behind them a mystery and tears
where their friends disrespect their funerals?
how many more will die over medication
and cough syrup because they are soo poor?
when should I learn to protect myself and say maybe i should
go work at that corner store
at least they serve you behind a plate of bullet proof glass
it's just walking the two blocks there in this neighborhood
I'm worried about
and in a few days another fight will break out
another knife or gun will end someones life
and the arms race of whats the most dangerous city will continue to go on
but i live here and this race we are winning by miles i tell you
truthfully
but soo few are afraid
they know no better
Its just the murder capital of the Country
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Murder Capital of The Country
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