Hot Bullet Words
With a mad engine roar
and a burn tire bounce
Tinted windows rolled down,
shiny metal mouths
spitting angry lead out
Heated conversations ...
hot bullet words
Three dead bodies on the ground,
drive-by message was heard
Street pharma territories owned by mob gun,
is now coveted by another greedy drug baron
Send the cattle to the corral gate side,
tell all the ponies and fillies to hide
Shoot a text flare out with a gang OK sign,
once the dust settle and the body count climb
At night, I can ghetto hear it all the time —
ambulance blaring and 3 a.m. crying
Heated conversations ...
hot bullet words
Three dead bodies on the ground,
drive-by message was heard
After midnight, I do ghetto dream it all the time —
hearing police sirens and 911 medics trying
Seems like every night, I can hear it all the time —
Heated conversations ...
hot bullet words flying
Then cold steel silence
signals somebody is dying
In the quiet dawn, I feel the rising ghetto sunshine;
and this warms me for a little while,
til I see the tale of the yellow tape unfurled
As the blood-stained pavement lay silent ...
before day’s end,
more hot bullet words will again be heard
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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