I am not god, I am the Lord Of The Flys.
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Witness

Now little Jane gotta gun, and she has the gluttony
So when she wanted some fun, she was an alcoholic to be
She wanted to get some beer, so she went to a liquer store
With her gun she lacked fear, as she walked through the door
"hi" greeted the store owner, "bang" was janes only reply
Cops tried to storm her, because she killed the guy
They had her barricaded in, they had themselves a shootout
Because of her greed sin, cops killed a high school drop out
But not before she got drunk, that was her final wish
To the ground her body sunk, and no she won't be missed
Cops just doing their mission, and they doin it quite well
But now Jane has been wishing, she didn't end up in hell

I was the witness, I saw those that would resist
Those that shake their fist, are those that persist
Those that are quick to dismiss, are quick to miss
And those that never assist, are doomed to repeat this

Crackers with attitude, preppys to the end
Couple a rude crude dudes, without a hand to lend
They think they be all that, cause they think they be black
Wu-tang shirt FUBU hat, Ready to hit the streets and attack
Projects was the place, where they went for a weekend
Just for a taste, of gangsta life then they be leaving
Beleiving they be niggas, and so they said the word
But real niggas with triggas, thought that was absurd
Bang diddy bang di bang bang, went the bullets to their head
They spoke the wrong slang, and so they ended up dead
They didn't know whats up, was it something they said?
Perhaps this darn rap music, had gotten them mislead

I was the witness, I saw those that would resist
Those that shake their fist, are those that persist
Those that are quick to dismiss, are quick to miss
And those that never assist, are doomed to repeat this

She was no longer a virgin, Cause her boyfriend acted so hard
Because he had the urgin', that would leave her womb scarred
He didn't just leave the room, he left her side high and dry
This pregnancy lead to the doom, that made her wanna die
But rather than that choice, she made the choice to abort
The child had no voice, but it still would not retort
Cause if that child had grown, it would lived in pain
And if that child would've known, it would've chose to die again
So in the end there was this guy, and he hurt his only lover
And the girl would always cry, because she was no longer a mother
And in the end there was a child, who would never feel the pain
So all it could do was smile, it had chosen to die again

I was the witness, I saw those that would resist
Those that shake their fist, are those that persist
Those that are quick to dismiss, are quick to miss
And those that never assist, are doomed to repeat this

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Originally posted by Bruklor Nec is just dumb

I'm taking that as a compliment.

Damn necro, i'm feeling kind of sleepy. I was saving reading this one for last. So i'll probably reply to it tomorrow. I don't think you really care, but just thought i'd tell ya just in case you thought i might be singling you out, as i replied ot everyone elses.

Blah! Frig it, you aint that sensitive, are ya?

Supreme piece of work...

...another dark piece of explorative work...detailed in a way which few people can...i like how most of your pieces are done through story form too...it gives the piece more than one level almost straight away...the story itself, and the the meaning(s) behind it...

...the flow was real nice too...it seems darkly effortless or something...

well methinks enough said...you piece says it all really...like always...