Chased By a Dragon

Our parent brought us all up good Morals were taught and understood Received right thought, a modest mood When flawed fate court the neighbourhood And then we heard the rattle Where conscience was cruelly eaten Through crack cocaine its smell sweeten With uncare our souls soon beaten We failed our first battle Help those you could, others you’d screw Put up our hood, out love we threw Won’t blame childhood wouldn’t be true Poverty planted trouble grew Deafened by the rattle Born with saints’ souls that’s the pity We’re wrought against authority By parents? No society! Driven deep in battle Became duty to wonder why? My mind fruity fighting to fly Bequeathed booty would make me cry Then found beauty, a lightless sky With weak waning rattle The stars saved me from dark insane Stopped slashing wrists, in self kill blame Kept hope alive, reduced the pain Took heed of the battle Sometimes it takes something real bad Something that makes you feel real sad Causes heart aches and sends you mad Clarity wakes for which you’re glad All silent not a rattle Shrouded far form death drug user Being wasted was the abuser I ceased feeling the lone loser Take heed of the battle