All these people dyin'
All these spirits cryin'
Crying why give up on me
When you gave in to reality
reality…Counseling you should have seeked
Instead you got all these innocent people
On their knees....
cryin' for their own and prayin for you
Watchin' the spirits of their loved ones go…
How could you kill your mother? ...Mr...... I thought she raised me??
The woman who gave life to you
She would have died for you
But instead “you took her life”
And then took your own too.
“WHO... DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!?”
INDEED, people are sick
But yo not that sick
But why speak a lie into existence?
Why kill the spirits of innocence
givin' hell to heaven..... Mr. Frequent!
You’re a little too late…
Cause they got you in hell
Prayin’ for forgiveness.
By: Aleasha Martin
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