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
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