The gang of thugs sit with guns in hand waiting for the perfect time to make their demands With no where to run or hide,the people sit and wait...wondering what will be their fate Who will die this time they wonder As gunfire sounds off like wild thunder Time to do the bodycount........1,2,3......... There's now nothing left of this society Screeching tires and evil laughter signal the end Just then the cops come around the bend but it's too late cause there's no one left to defend They shift through the bodies and find nothing but blood, it races through the streets like a raging flood A screaming mother emerges from the night asking the cops who caused this awful sight Crying cause her "baby boy" is covered in red She can't accept the fact that he is dead As she grabs his body and holds his head, she sings gently to him telling him that it's time for bed Poor old lady now walks the street yelling "murderer!" to every cop that she meets
Reason for writing:
growin up in harlem
Birth sign: Taurus
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