Life

Like an old cowboy
With a six shooter
He clutched his Mac 10
With a hard grip
And just like man expels
Words from his lips
He expressed himself thru
Bullets and finished talking
When he emptied his clip
He watched the body
In front of his eyes trip
Fell and bled from his head
And chest ice cold
To his fingertips
He waved back and
Blessed the death of the man
Brushed it off like nothing
And dropped the Mac from his hand
And try as he can
He couldn’t care any less
His eyes no remorse
His face no distress
At heart
He was a nice child
A victim of environment
His mind was defiled
The kid was 13
It would prove to be unlucky
Dropped outta school
No family no money
He joined a gang
Sometimes he killed for fun
He’d put a bullet in the heart of
His enemies like his father had
Done to his son
But it couldn’t continue
No he had to die
Life of guns and cocaine
Can only last so long
When they found him
He had been and done so wrong
That long before then
His soul had faded out like
The end of a song
Though he died not
A man mourned or wept
They slept the same as the night before
As he slept with no breath left