The white chalk just traced another brother left choking/on his own blood, body cripped by A blood suwoop shots from Smith & Wesson/this drawing of death is too common in the commons of our projects/niggas out to be the last Mohican, the only violent mindless left/thugs boast with their chest, then get it kicked in with a teck/from roasting at the mouth, they got smoked like chicken breast/now sea of strangers stand over his final place of rest/his respiration pulled the plug seconds before arrival of ambulance/no congregation set to collect for the habitual sinner/Satans hell spawn receives no sympathy, so they let him burn like Usher/out here its a pressure cooker, boiling brains with crack rain/jux boys and dealers flood the blocks with pain/that gains on the life sentence of the innocent/outlining their souls with that invisible black chalk/dark deeds of these gs remain silent until witnesses start to talk/soon undercover agents of the underworld will claim their damnation/and their corpse will be the next method artwork of the concrete canvas/reflecting the new age postmodernist murder/just a still life sculpture cursed to be food for scavengers/this white outline is the only masterpiece many leave in their remembrance// ~ Soul Q
Posted on: Sun, 24 Nov 2013 00:45:06 +0000
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