My Truths and Thoughts Iv

these young cats are sick bullets zip then they dip witnesses zip their lips wont say sh1t they just skate off homicide scene taped of no dental records the whole face shot straight off no his squad plots revenge the cycle don't end there can be nothing further than thou shalt not commit murder on their minds in these sinful times the elders say the end is near just around the corner it's even closer if they swarm you with the toaster to warm ya don't want to be a goner you best to use your brain this ain't a spectator sport bullets don't know name and there's no rhyme or reason life ain't the fairest I've seen the wicked prosper, the righteous perish the fool made of wise men, the strong turn to weaklings in the land of the blind a one eyed man is king and we blaspheme with all this songs of murder we sing in a sea of sin we drown with nothing holy around were like sheep without a she shepherd lost looking for direction self hate got us pointing weapons at our own reflection my mind flexes spending time trying to find the message but every answer uncovered lead me to another question to death we all are destined but what really so perplexing is no one knows the hour or the second while powerful but reckless idiots with weapons maim with no discretion like their brains were infected