Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Grieve

There’s nothing like a contradiction

Damn, these misfortunes got me feeling like I’m in a fiction

Unusual friends, speaking with odd diction

Tension in the wires, relationship friction

Mental dereliction, it’s got me chilled to the sleeve

The guy you used to know popped a bottle of Aleve

Old family and friends, you’re watching them leave

But in your heart you know it’s false, you just can’t believe

I’m wasting money on street philosophy

I bought it for them, bought it for you, never for me

They can’t see, the actions I do, the pleas

I’ll shred the hate to pieces, can anyone agree?

Got a brother on the bench, hands and knees

Beltin’ out his last meal, we don’t hear him breathe

Mind wrecked by the blind stress, attic decked

With the cold sweat, damn, he was one of those friends

The kind you could depend, the kind that you could lend

He’s dead in a gutter now, his once strong brow broken down

He was a fool, he was a clown, but we loved him man, no doubt

Eyeless, once grit, hubris, he knew this

Would happen, couldn’t stop fate from clappin’

Inspired by the street scholars, spent all his dollars

On those neat collars, threw the cash but he won’t learn

I see it now in the broke brains, it’s the cocaine, no names

Kids on the corner want that thug fame, unfortunately those dreams are too tame

No need to play the blame game, when you eat after rats you leave no shame

The structure of the whole thing has got my eyes red, my friend’s dead and my words said

A life of destruction, pity, death he led

And now the damn fool’s playing chess with the devil

Bright man, young man, I knew you first

Before they pulled you out the hearse, I watched you, face terse

I didn’t act, that’s what worse

Watched you snatch a purse

Brother you’ve got me on my knees

Begging god please

But he just lets me grieve

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