They're killing each
other outside in
a bullet barrage
as I write this
from my varrio garage...
Stupid turf wars
'tween rival gangs
Shoot em up bang
bang bang....bang,
bang, bang....

Here come the jura
looking for rats...
alleys are full
of stray tomcats
The ghetto bird hoovers
Infrared light....
here come the pigs
looking for a fight....

This is what I
witness every
Single night

I have lived
Never been loved
Been slapped and shoved

I bear the marks
The scratches , the bruises

I remember, the broken bones
The many moans
Sticks and stones
Ceaseless

I remember the whip
The skin it would rip
The smell of ***
I went numb

Face stained with tears
Fears have quelled over the years

Now only this remains
Only one thing to do

Knife in hand
Shaking hand
Tired hand

Knife is heavy
It will be easier
A small cut is all I need
Then I'll be freed
Forever
At last

Deep breath
One of my last
A smile
Knife straight
Cut,cut, long ,cut
Pains, Hurts
It bursts
The vein

Blood, blood peeks
From the straight cut it leaks
Red,I see it
I taste it

Makes me sleepy
Like a soft kiss on the lips
A pure taste
Taste of life
Taste of death