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The Dead in the Street

I’m getting lost on this trail of my thoughts now I’m surrounded

Repressed how the shooter was dressed and how he sounded

Detectives saying recall’s selective, I’m not clouded

But it’s all boiled down to he’s dead and I’ve allowed it

 

The gun shots rang out, his whole chest caved in

Body hit the ground, the older folk began their praying

Shooters car peeling as soon as he finished spraying

My mind’s still saying there’s ways that I could have saved him

But

The concrete seemed to stick to my feet

I kept screaming, “You’re not dead, wake up, you’re just asleep!”

A horror scene homie always sees in his dreams

When nightmares control so much more than they seem

To

Checked the vitals, no trace of a pulse

Lost his life to some men who just shoot, **** and bolt

Men who rep to the death their colors, strapped with heat

But all colors bleed red when you’re lying dead in the street

So

I’m selling out my soul, my demons unleashed

Closing all my doors, punctuating the length of my reach

Giving up on school, teacher says she doesn’t speak slang

I retreat into my native land and run with the gang

 

I guess I wigged out, probably cause the pain was too much

Always kept in heart my homie, how his death was unjust

We used to smoke blunts, get down with the OPP

Now I’m busting shots, ducking from the C-O-P’s

 

After years of wilding out a gangsta starts to get ruthless

I could **** a man or worse, leave him tortured and toothless

Disrespect or debt mean death when you mess with my set

We’re coming quicker than a jet if the deadline aint met

 

I’m setting sights on stacks, a crazy train that ran off the tracks

I got a loco motive, loco mind, you boys best wear flaks

And my fury’s aimed at any lame that slows up my gain

Selling pure ******* it’s all about the cream up for claim

 

Controlling corners, got the junkies begging on knees

I got soldiers and I like your car so give me the keys

You got a bounty if you leave without paying your cheese

I got a Browning just in case police bust in yelling “FREEZE!”

 

Now I’m posted down the street a youngin holding his heat

Smoking joints of **** waiting for the hit, breathing deep

His name is Johnny, at 5 on 10th walk el y amigo

But he owes me mons so homie’s got problemas conmigo

We tailed him two blocks, parked cause we’re starting suspicion

And police patrol this highway, sirens slow up your mission

 

Some stupid homies think they’re Tonys, I just sit back and listen

You gotta stand up with your heat if you gon’ come in this kitchen

But play my money, nothing funny, dummy thinks that he’s safe

Just cause he’s got himself a heat, and he’s been selling it straight

 

Who fronted you that coca kid? Who got you all that profit?

You got moved to the first class and thought you flew cockpit

I told you watch it, cheat me once won’t live to regret it

Cheated twice, so **** your second chance you’ve run out your credit

 

So yeah that’s me rolling up slow and smooth on you and your boy

I’ve got an *** automatic, fates been sealed, get destroyed

Lean out the window, load the clip, bandana as camo

Slow my roll, collect this soul, your time hits null with this ammo

 

R.I.P.

 

I’ve gotten lost on this trail of my thoughts now they’ve surrounded

I’m dressed as the shooter, the blessed stay far from round it

Detective’s saying my main objective was not found yet

But the killer crashed his car after killing and that’s what counted

 

My gun shots rang out, his whole chest caved in

Body hit the ground, I told you folk I wasn’t playing

I peeled off quickly as soon as I’d done the slaying

And now I’m rigid laying, a pool of my blood to bathe in

But

I couldn’t quit, I saw myself in this kid

Screaming, kneeling, not truly grasping what the killer just did

Eyes staring back, body avoiding doing a bid

Going too fast, a turn caused my Scion to skid

So

They’ve checked my vitals, no trace of a pulse

Led my life as a parasite, just basked in my faults

I guess I repped to the death my colors, but can’t you see?

My colors bled red, I join the dead in the street

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Aug 30, 2011
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Revised and full version of "Horrify, not Glorify"

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