R.I.P. tatoo Just below the right knee
one more down in the concrete jungle.
chalk line washed fading in the night wind.
Yellow tape flutters in the breeze.like break away kites
caught up in the trees.
Rat a tat tat. brings rat a tat tat.
Young mother wailing on buckled knees.
Firing line drawn in blues and reds
claiming turf with a bandanna head.
Rat a tat tat brings rat a tat tat.
Head stones lined up. waiting for the dead
R.I P. in faded ink. Live by the sword
hey what did you think.
Rat a tat tat bring rat a pay back.
Cactus flower sprouts around thorns
Beauty nestled in blood red sun.
Live by the gun and die by the gun
Rat a tat tat. Brings rat a tat tat.
right down to the ground. the ground. The dust.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 8:19 PM UTC
R.I.P. tatoo Just below the right knee
one more down in the concrete jungle.
chalk line washed fading in the night wind.
Yellow tape flutters in the breeze.like break away kites
caught up in the trees.
Rat a tat tat. brings rat a tat tat.
Young mother wailing on buckled knees.
Firing line drawn in blues and reds
claiming turf with a bandanna head.
Rat a tat tat brings rat a tat tat.
Head stones lined up. waiting for the dead
R.I P. in faded ink. Live by the sword
hey what did you think.
Rat a tat tat bring rat a pay back.
Cactus flower sprouts around thorns
Beauty nestled in blood red sun.
Live by the gun and die by the gun
Rat a tat tat. Brings rat a tat tat.
right down to the ground. the ground. The dust.
a conversation with a mother of three. widowed by Bang violence
inspired this one.
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