Black Jack
Life screws us all__so in
that sense, its *****
In a white neighbourhood
not far from here
I once knew a boy
Jack was his name, so
innocent but coy
To Jack life was amazing
little did he know he was
trapped in a maze in
the backyard of hell, and
the core was its basement
so when he realized he
jumped up in amazement
still carefully trying to
avoid the cracks in the
pavement
his mind tries and
erases__
the weed head on the
train__blunt express on
their faces
not everybody looks-at all
or seems what they be
wish they could drop
books and ball__like
teams on TV
to be or not to be__
hamlet cried for attention
Shakespeare said was the
question
but in the absence of life
there’s surely death, was
worth a mention
so here was Jacks facet__
join in to save face or
back out and get braces__
cause surely he would face
it__now he’s stuck,
faced with a solution to
the problem__he is
BLACK !!
he stays all_pen
minded__ink stains on his
brain
slowly making its way to
the cells in his vein
like a prisoner he froze
from the cardiac arrest__
poker faced__like a spade
on some waste
the surgeon shoveled his
way to the heart in his
chest
he yelled heart here I
came__I mean come, that
was dum
but thank God for the
heart opening surgery
by passed the corona
(ry)__instantly had a
change of drum
__new beat to his heart
and that was just a start
Portraying a fake sense of
freedom
Lucifer came to
Jack_sons from the
kingdom
so born again his old self
had to moonwalk and beat
it
__cause his word he
couldn’t feel it
His soul HE couldn't heal
it
the suppressants of this
world made him numb
a bullet proof to his son
but thank God for his plan
HE shot for his heart,
perfectly aiming the gun
that’s how Jack stopped
feeling himself__
that’s masturbating for
fun !!
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