The sound of Parricide
I shot the fade something vicious on this nigga
til he was blinded
cold eyes rolling to the whites
felt conflicted moments after
had remorse ,Searched for a course
Flipped through some chapters
fed my ego verbal intercourse
i can’t even lie
Feeling the blood gush under my fists
The water speed down from  my lips
screaming die nigger die
seemed all too reminiscent
to the days of woodrow
praise the lord and pass me the ammunition
Killing , niggas for sport,
a crude and vile tradition
that decimates the targets into alarming submission
So much so it makes me pessimistic
as to if Allah was ever with us.
To deaths I’ve been a part and to life I’ve been a witness.
so much so, that i struggle to form a difference
I know intrinsically me and the trees bare an awful strong resemblance
but Im too vibrant, entranced by the pace of my foot.
putting no expectations in the heart, I kept the strength in my gut.