Somebody Always Dies
Barricaded inside your
apartment, you cringe in fear.
And claiming sanctuary,
count your blessings tear by tear.
When hate paints the hood in blood,
bullets rip through shields of lies.
And you're left feeling frightened;
for somebody always dies.
You hide from the truth behind
locked doors; deadbolts in place.
And pride quickly disappears,
vanishing without a trace.
Outside your curtains, drawn tight,
used condoms litter the park.
And addicts leave shared needles,
for gangs and pimps own the dark.
A symptom of poverty,
crime takes over your city.
And attitudes have to change,
but change needs more than pity.
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