i can't breathe… i wheeze
my lungs are a burden
plus, my liver's succumbing to bourbon
please, far from concerned with foreign terror & arabs in turbans
there is a murder, in my borough every second
reaching world records, as the body count triples
& trickles like nectar, into the psyche of the youth
on the stoop, wiping white on white nikes, right before they shoot
reciting the plight of someone stupid
not at all saying, shorty was only influenced by music
but if the shoe fits, shit, something confused & induced him
was it the booze, or boos, or need for jewels, that made him loose it
i too, am consumed by the boom, gloom & doom, interludes, & the samples
i choose, to be the dude who leads & sets an example
stand up kats, stand up, make a difference, we need more than a handful
who's gonna listen, to something with substance, & understand you
not the careless fuckheads, who couldn't care less, about a flower she hands you
you borrow her, to deflower her, & do what cowards do; playing follow the follower
guaranteeing there's nothing, promising tomorrow nor
the future to come; this ain't happenstance; welcome to dumb
circumstance demands, that my plans, are cuckoo
as i fuck you or shoot you; another shit show's begun
love's removed from the loop, to avoid what matters
& just as fast as dust gathers; someone's son's removed from the stoop
by duke, who chokeholds, an explodes his hammer; meaning he shoots
minding his manners, by retaliating for nana
no wonder so many kats break, & skate to atlanta
yet still find fate in the slammer
trying to escape the demands of, a life that's not at all handsome
you can't run from the plans of the man son
karma catches up & changes your plans up
drama grabs your nuts, & squeezes; lord jesus, please don't be squeamish
believe me, my rhyme has its reasons, to be seasoned like this
poppa ain preaching… i ain't righteous
just enlightened by the innocence of shorty bearing my likeness
writing hope into existence, amongst ellipsis’s, commas, semi-colons, & hyphens
with intentions to lessen him requesting a pistol
confused, like he got nothing to lose, then somebody clips him
talk to your kids some
undivided attention makes a whole world of difference
nectar
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