have u ever had a vato's blood pool at ur feet
afraid to speak
as the color stains ur sneaks

hands shakin, ur eyes are tightly closed, afraid to peek
knees feelin weak
ur heart racing as emotion reachin peak

i'm feelin sick, imma puke, my eyes can barely see
leanin on this tree...
sweatin' cold i feel i'm gonna freeze...

only needed one but i squeezed off three
now i'm never free
visions of his blood in my sleep
keep goin, movin on..it was either him or me

Real nice...

...you got a way with ya pieces....on the edge...just getting stuck in with ya raw style and flow...

...started it off well...setting out the 'scence' if you would..and carried it off from there almost efforlessly..

....an intense piece...enabling the reader to really get into this...i felt the depth to it too...a personal depth...

....respect....

Y'know what? I had no idea really what this was about. I figured it to be a raw morbidial deal. But when it ended I realized that this was about murder, wasn't it? Self defense murder though. Well, that's my thought anyway.

~Shalom~

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Originally posted by Bruklor Nec is just dumb

I'm taking that as a compliment.