****** In The Street
Every night I see, what I'm not supposed to,
it's so devastating, but still I must view.
Through my window, I can see the danger,
murdering of people, by some mysterious masked stranger.
Not allowed to say a single word,
he looks up at me and whispers, forget what you heard.
So afraid I will be next,
this is what happens, when in the projects.
I can't help but stare, it's like a car crash,
as I watch people's brains get a ****** bash.
He knows where I live, so I keep quiet,
last thing I need is a sudden riot.
Starting to get numb of what I see,
it's like watching serial killing on my tv.
Then one night, he takes off his ski mask,
it was my father doing this heinous task.
I dropped down to my knees, and started to pray,
never did I know my dad liked a flesh buffet.
He came into my room and said never tell,
his hand over my mouth, so I couldn't yell.
He said he was doing Gods work,
killing all people that were a ****.
He died that very night, in his sleep,
I prayed to the lord, for his soul to keep.
God told me to do it,
because he was just a *******.