another story wanting to make a song out of it. Turn a blind eye, shoot the man on the fly a hooded figure steps out, ready for a bout the man shouts, the other doubts bang bang, this songs been sang 3 days pass by, not a breath not a sigh all said was a lie, like a war cry from the soul, in the head a hole this man father of 3, sippin on henessey in the wrong place, now in a case in the ground, quiet and sound ...... profound by death, silent like a babys breath kids growin up, waitin for the day hes showin up unknown hes dead, a story never said moms fled, kids sleepin on a bacteria bed shits gettin hard, dad was a security guard oldest of 3 supportin all, takin the blame and the fall .... mom on the streets, now one of many deciets sellin drugs to kids, eyes closed unopened lids forgettin her own, now all alone just another pawn, to the life shes drawn torn apart from love, her last and only dove all wounderin what next, these are the effects
