by

POET

"We took lives over a lil' bit of dough"

"I did dat"

"But It's August and we still here Lil' Bro."

"I see dat"

"I thought we'd pass months ago"

"I hear dat"

"One night our lives will melt with the snow"

"I feel dat"

"…but It's August and we still here Bro!"

I kept my left

in tune with my right

I kept my demons scurrying in the nite

I kept what crept in my heart

A world apart

and when "Cold November's" start

I feel remarks

Fists, switches, sirens, syringes, binges, niggaz, bitches Venetian blinds,

repetitive rhymes…sublime bullshit

that hurls me into hellish fits,

into…

Gun escalation,

into… Peace annihilation,

into… My own elimination!

Senseless…

And still, Until I lay still

I keep my left in tune with my right

I keep my demons scurrying in the nite

I keep what swept into my heart

I wish

to be a world apart

whenever "Cold November's" start

S I R E N S

AMBULANCES

Coroners

Casket

Dirt