West Side till I die
I’m down to ride
So call me
When you need
A brother by your side
Where I’m from
We’re not promised twenty one
There are people dying
Because the Devil shoots for fun
If he points his gun to my face
I won’t be the one to run
He’ll have to look me in my eyes
I don’t expect him to shy
We all know the Devil doesn’t cry
Though one day he may
I'm not the one to say
I just see the pain
Inside the soulless
Inside the broken
Hollow vessel
That erupts
From hollow metal
He has no emotions
So he shows no love
He came from a broken home
Where he never received a hug
The only security he ever found
Was beneath the blanket of a drug
Behind the power within a 12 gauge slug
If you don’t know how it feels
When a person murders someone you love
Then you probably don’t know
What it’s truly like to not give a ****
Whosoever glorifies Death
Does not know the game
Burying a brother brings only pain
At the same time
Who am I to lie
When I first came to those
Old crossroads
And found myself
Fashioning a makeshift
Cross made of bones
I didn’t beg
I didn’t cry
Truly, I
Shed the last of my tears
For those who are already free to fly
He can take my life
But he could never take
What’s inside
That was the day
I asked myself
Am I
Prepared
To die
Since then
I've learned
To face my demons
That rage within
Deep inside