Violence Speaks

Driving down a dark street, raging havoc on the person one seeks. Smokin' on the Mary J., displays the premonitions of one's own mission, to strike out with all deadly intentions. seeing the crowd of man, reaching for the gun raising sand, hearing pops, making contact with blood falling onto the land. White and yellow colors outline the scene. red and blue flashers with badges and masters trying to keep the scene serene. Trippin' on the idea of blue's clues. Reacting with the party when your face is featured on the 10 o'clock news. Sitting behind bars for being notorious. Trippin' with the buddies realizing your passion of acts was not so glorious. Standing in front of the grim reaper, the teacher who's words frown one's facial features. Sinking into tears of fears of the reapers critique. Hearing echoes of the judgement the reaper speaks. Seeing life pass you by like a baby's lullaby. reaching for the freedom that one seeks when "VIOLENE SPEAKS."