Too many times, caught fire from straying lines. A choir, the sister cries. Strong mama to
wipe her eyes. See daddy tried to raise him right, although he stayed out nights, claiming his
hood was tight, until it took his life.
Stray bullets, started comtempletions. Adolescent rebelling slugs gave he those for hating.
That's ironic, ebonic slurs made him trust the faithless. Gin and chronic has moryphed a son
and created satan.
A mission for competition, he must eradicate. eliminating like a solider with no price to pay.
They never missed him, but listen to the price of pain. One bullet unlabled scribbled the
letters, homies name.
Who's to blame? Society, forsaken dreams that spin. All in the heart, hoping to catch one in
this world of wind. Bless the pen on microphones to wipe away my sins. And just like him
commissioned to raise up in the thoughts of men. Again and Again'
Copyright © Tommy Dorsey | Year Posted 2010
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