So this is what happens when the body dies
Organ shutdown, soul suspended as my body lies
On the cold concrete, I’m a statistic
Don’t know what, but I know who; on him, I’d go ballistic
But I don’t think I can get up, I don’t think I will live
I had so much more of myself to give
To my mama, family, friends, no love for my pops
In fact, reverse this: I’d make sure his body drops
Like you realizing you’re holding a bag of venomous vipers
Verily, worth the ominous 25-to-lifer
*gasps for air* slowly losing my breath
Jeezy said the only time he’ll sleep is at his death
But I like waking up with air in my lungs
Now, all death guarantees are bells rung
And I won’t hear ‘em, I don’t even know what happens next
Except another black boy sporting caskets…
~~~BREAK~~~
Broken hearts lean in to see if the tragedy was real
Mourning in the morning with cold shivers
Shaken, not stirred
Defenses defenestrated
Explosions of extreme emotion rain falling rocks
Beating down mind, body, and soul with an unforgiving baseball bat
And they look at that…
Culmination of sin
Affirmation by cold skin
Termination of him
Lying in this casket
/SWITCH/
*beatbox*
With that death-glazed-over look like so many friends
Determined that wasn’t the way I want my life to end
But tomorrow’s not promised, neither is my safety
Who’s gonna take care of my baby mama and my baby
Girl, this world sucks, should have gotten an abortion
So she wouldn’t have to live with similar distortion
My eyes blacked out, dying before my prime
And that’s if I had one, always told I was a waste of time
And energy, said I would amount to nothing
Well, I guess I will die as nothing
Oh my God, this is it, no time to make amends,
Code of the streets: born, live, and die in violence
Should I say a little prayer? Will it make a difference?
Will it make a difference? Will it make a….
Familiar voices trail off and fade
Broken ground
Bruised resolve
Broken backs, impacted by a burden so heavy
And yet, hope glimmers and heals with renewed resolution:
Stop sporting caskets (x3)
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