Little King of Sorrows
Riding around in your Chevy,
Aint that pistol gettin heavy?
Beads of sweat run down your face,
coming up, another murder case.
Goin down one more block.
Lookin down at your glock.
Rollin down passanger window.
Pull the trigger. Another widow.
Leaving the scene at top speed.
All gangs are is guns and weed.
Month of june you became a member.
Killed 4 people by september.
'Pull it over' the policemen shout.
You made the team. But now want out.
Your brother says, ' Won't go out like this'
'Let me out' you yell and hiss.
You tuck and roll to side of the ridge.
And watch his car go off the bridge.
The cops say' You killed that guy outside the bar'
They slam your face against the car.
Few months later you enter court,
for all those lives you ended short.
What a waste and what a shame.
You chose that life. Noone else to blame.
The sentence echoes in your ears.
You try so hard to hold back tears.
The judgement of your greatest fears.
Sit and rot for 100 years.
(summer of 98) 17yrs old.
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