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I rose to the sound of beeping
in the distance I heard weeping
It's so much frustration flowing
between the lines of my occupation
pen and paper makes my
problems dissipate
all over the paper
into clouds of vapor
like smoke from setting fire to my haters
uncork the pain I try to explain
but I can't all this mess on the wall
needs a can of paint that's all
please leave me alone with my mind
I'm trying to think
this poison elixir I cannot drink
holding the bottle about to break
broken glass underneath the shade tree
in the field across the street
releasing all my frustration
to free my energy
I feel so much humility
like slipping on a banana peel
tripped up by my enemies
I use to be involve and my love was real
my acres was filled with diamonds
like Birdman's grill
in the words of Miguel Pinero
I just want to
KILL, KILL, KILL
everything must die
believe me I tried
If tears could destroy
believe me I'd cry me a river
flowing with homicides
something sharp like a knife
pierced my back I saw familiar faces
while looking back
those who I broke bread and fed
left me for dead drowning in my red
waking up in a hospital bed
looking around
hand me a pen and pad
I need to write something down
a list of names going up in flames
my creed written in blood
somewhere deep in the mud
something’s growing I see a bud
the only way to see light
is to face the sun, the moon
and stars at night
barking dogs do bite
if the dead could walk
and trees could talk
I’m in the shrubs lying dead
for the last word to be said
