Locked Mouth
the events i've witnessed, accounts i've endured
the haunting visions, i still havn't found a cure
silent years pass by, each night my sanity mocked
but my stories are ignored....for my mouth is locked
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my apartment is messy, clothes scatter the floor
had a date with the bottle, and a cheap corner whore
she lay on the bed, and the woman right beside
i dont remember much, except fucking three times
got pretty high too, i just love to tote
then a knock at my door...oh right, more dope
its my dealer, i've known him since six
we've been through it all, even doubled this bitch
but he looked sick, said "sorry, its for my son"
he almost started to cry, and pulled out his gun
"what the fuck!" hit his arm, just as he shot
the bullet smashed a lamp, but it didn't stop
shattered the whiskey bottle, but i didn't care bout that mess
the girl's shirt turns red, as i stare at her chest
"you fucking shot her" grabbing the gun, i knocked him to the ground
rolled down the stairs, his head cracking made a big sound
now the neighbours are moving, i should've ran
two people dead, im standing with a gun in my hand
the cops had been called, when the shot was fired
im now handcuffed to the wall, before i realized what transpired
i didn't bother pleading, how could they ever know
that my innocence was truth, this was accidental
but i was already in the car, my sentance evident
my life vacant....ironic, i'm prision's new long term resident
my fate sealed by unorthodox occurances, my life spent
so let these last thoughts be intelligent............
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figure out the deeper meaning yourselves
....don't know when i'll be on next, so i had to basically key this up.....plus its a stupid topic
gl to e-one else in this battle, word.