Listening to: Crime Mob-Knuck If You Buck
Feeling: irked
When you see a town at it's last peak; you accept it. When you see a man with his last speech; you accept it. When you see a person who can't help themselves; you accept it.
I'm tired of watching
My family die slowly
Then every Christian woman in my family
Go back to a place considered "holy"
I'm tired of only
Waking up each morning
Only to hear my phone ring
And answer to another slow mourning
I'm tired of saying
I've embraced a new death
While I'm watching my Uncle on TV
Finding some more new wealth
I'm tired of seeing
All there is to be seen
When I have 2 nieces and 3 nephews
Living just to dream
Maybe they don't know it
But I've lived enough, that's true
Because I'll be damned to hell
If I live this life out like a fool
I'm not burying one more person
Or letting them go six feet under
To crack, Js or dubs
So that a doctor can tell me "He wonders"
Screw that, I'm not letting my family stay
In a city that's just so grey
So I pray this final day
That I do something important so they don't have to keep dying this way
Because the more I see death in their eyes,
The more I have to sit and say
Another funeral, another day
5.29.05 < - - R.I.P. Uncle Frank
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