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"Cuz bruk said so"
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Hostility
IP:
“Hostility”
Sometimes I feel as if no one cares
Sometimes I feel people just stop and stare
To me life has been wicked and so unfair
It fills me with hatred and despair
As soon as I learn to love “they” no longer care
Even when “they” promise to forever be there
I’m all alone, where I’m going is nowhere
Someday I hope to regain that gleam and glare
In my eye’s you can see all the pain I wear
Pain and darkness they follow me everywhere
I once had a family who no longer cares
I had a father who was never there
Yet a man like me is so very rare
A man like me does not come in pairs
A whirlwind of emotions so numb and unaware
The very fabric of my life now starts to tear
A fire burns deep inside hot as flair
Violent thoughts and evil voices start to Blair
Driving me crazy with anger as I pull out all my hair
Losing family again is something I can not bare
Destruction of my soul how can “she” not care
Mad dogger in the street step up if you dare
Homicidal maniacs coming at me from everywhere
If it’s pain you want then my pain I’ll share
Don’t you pretend like you were unaware
Punk mother fucker don’t you stop and stare
Hell’s your next stop do you want to go there
The viciousness within me you can not compare
Cold and penetrating is my calculated stare
Hostility programmed and imbedded so you better beware
As a youth I seen and done more than most ever dare
Criminology not ideology was my major care
Street pharmaceuticals in a clandestine lab I did prepare
DEA fumbling and stumbling looking for me everywhere
Infamous and notorious evading their tactical stare
C.R.A.S.H. on the hunt looking for me everywhere
Counter intelligence is my forte, the situation’s so unfair
You can not contain the elusiveness of my brain
One step ahead I continually maintain
Heightened cerebral focus while inflicting the pain
Mass casualties to your U/C’s do you wish to sustain
Sidewalk outlined in chalk drenched with blood stains
Evidence will not wash away even with 100 years of rain
Anticipating and manipulating your every movement in vein
The headlines read yet another U/C slain
I had nothing to lose compared to your nothing to gain
Your ignorance supercedes your arrogance now that was plain
You tried to bring me down but I’m still in this game
With the politics played I put you all to shame
Can’t catch what you can’t see, that’s my claim to fame
Looking for me you didn’t even know my name
Informant snooping around my block took two in the brain
One more family lost a father tell me how they maintain
One more family grieves needlessly, tell me can you explain
Your motivation to catch me at my motha fucking game
All the intelligence you had didn’t even mention my name
The viciousness within me you’re never going to tame
South Gate PD thought they had me, now they feel lame
I exposed thier operation, got off on a technicality
This account is all based on fact and actuality
Ruthless in aggression and excessive brutality
South Gate PD don’t you wish you never fucked with me
Initiated that probe that exposed you internally
Exposed countless records of your vicious brutality
Venting your rage on the Hispanic community
Violating the rights of the innocent minority
Big mistake my people will soon be the majority
Tables turned and now you’re the minority
Now tell me can you feel my hostility
By: Mr. Bouncer
This is just a simple structured vent, a reflection on events and times in my life that have created the man I am today. Those of you that know me, also know I have a colorful back ground for lack of better words. I am working on a book, so these small looks into what made me, are a way for me to piece together my life and times.
Respectfully submitted.
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