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stabbed more than a dozen times
for this leaking what was the crime
left for dead soaked in crimson red
intravenously fed
a critical condition
given a reason to breathe one
last breath from a tank filled
with nothing left
hello, hello
I need to report a theft
someone threw a stone
through the window of
my broken home
this is what I know
keep it to yourself
mouth closed
if you continue to struggle
with the devil
eventually hell will have to
let you go
once released
make peace not war
reach for the moon and
jack a star from the sky
sprinkle the dust and get high
I'll tell you why
because it's much better
to be up then down
so fly up off the ground
it's better to dog paddle
then drown so swim upstream
follow the screams and
the rows of sneakers
strung across live wires
deep into the jungle
where smoke settles from
bomb fires
under the beltway
across the shoulder
in apartment E
they're making cookies
filled with baking soda
no flour straight powder
playing in the yard
dirt gets on me from kickin it
with the homies
scribbling on walls
like kids playing with
a box of crayons
spitting out seeds
just in time
my head inconspicuously
buried in a watermelon rind
the streets are not
roads less traveled
like old french braids
blood ties unravel
to some life is a hell hole
too many flowers line
the side of the road
still the story must be told
