Journey of a "Sinful" Martyr- *Inspired by Lupe Fiasco- Words I Never Said*
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REAL_POETICAL
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Lets take a walk in the shoes
of a mere being ridicule
wrong doing and pursuing the wild side
too bad the wild side has a short ride
murder and torture of a mere being
unseen horrific pictures
? out ? torn
vivid energy 3d scorn the crowd
the 12 judges and one decision put him in prison
with a death sentence no repentance for this tough grown criminal
eyes of the innocent and confusing feeling
tears from pupil to cheek the anger is concealing
the devil is applauding and ? is jeering
throw a chair heartless
something doesn't add up
shoes don't match and too many cover ups
shackled and chained
10 years later, thinner and grey out
attitude fazed out
he's a peaceful human with nothing to say about
the court case and the lack of evidence pending
he's concealing the thought of suicidal depression
confessing his interest is so interesting
time is 10pm, Saturday night manifesting
bar keep pushing them drinks that knock a herd of sheep
begging for another
kicked out in the streets
born unlucky black skinned and fit description
lawless cowards residing in FLA
begging for his life when he has nothing to display
the victim can tell you that he wasn't the suspect
white male, long hair, brownish hen shirt
like suspect innocent is wearing
beating him down to say a sorry excuse of testimony
she begs and weeps while he cut her and stroke her
necrophiliac reasoning sick pervert treason the next man's pride
suspect is grieving and kills self
somewhere od'ed coincidently
up in DC where mom calls police
911 hear the screams but it don't reach the pen
stroke of the pen he begins writing poetry
to his melody of sorry "I was born in a time like this"
DNA is lack thereof and so on
City of Hick's county love to see the head roll
peaceful and nobody picketing for this innocent soul
day of reckoning is festering in the minds of the foretold
last meal: pork chops, momma's apple sauce and chitterlings
soda pop, and cop's racist jokes so sickening
stomach queasy and soul on fire
tears of empty throat grown tired
walk with the Judases and the Pharaohs
a hum of Jesus is the psalm for the hero
death chamber number 1
lethal injection
broadcasts by 22 people that have no clue
preacher teach words that the future dead-man can elaborate
last words to conceal his fate
"Take me home, away from this lost land"
"Please make a way for my innocent soul...I know its in your hands"
tick tick tock the first switch turns on
sleepy restful slurred of the wordless
pamper on to take care of the later mess
2nd switch muscles give out and tears tend to digest
sick people applauding not a justified witness
3rd switch ignite the spark of the cy and the body jerks silently
organs began to pry
heart tends to fail
and eye color is vanishing
before the afterworld opens here comes a witness
white skinned, blonde hair, gold gown, and a joyful aura
shining brightly and hands began to politely
stroke his face and a whisper of open hearted forgiveness
hand to hand the victim and the accused suspect
to the land where judgement is judge the best
Journey of a Sinful Martyr
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Psssh, this was Ill real poet... dam, I'm friggin jealous!!! lol
Keep dropping gems Bruh..
peace.. -
REAL_POETICAL wrote: »
Lets take a walk in the shoes
of a mere being ridicule
wrong doing and pursuing the wild side
too bad the wild side has a short ride
murder and torture of a mere being
unseen horrific pictures
? out ? torn
vivid energy 3d scorn the crowd
the 12 judges and one decision put him in prison
with a death sentence no repentance for this tough grown criminal
eyes of the innocent and confusing feeling
tears from pupil to cheek the anger is concealing
the devil is applauding and ? is jeering
throw a chair heartless
something doesn't add up
shoes don't match and too many cover ups
shackled and chained
10 years later, thinner and grey out
attitude fazed out
he's a peaceful human with nothing to say about
the court case and the lack of evidence pending
he's concealing the thought of suicidal depression
confessing his interest is so interesting
time is 10pm, Saturday night manifesting
bar keep pushing them drinks that knock a herd of sheep
begging for another
kicked out in the streets
born unlucky black skinned and fit description
lawless cowards residing in FLA
begging for his life when he has nothing to display
the victim can tell you that he wasn't the suspect
white male, long hair, brownish hen shirt
like suspect innocent is wearing
beating him down to say a sorry excuse of testimony
she begs and weeps while he cut her and stroke her
necrophiliac reasoning sick pervert treason the next man's pride
suspect is grieving and kills self
somewhere od'ed coincidently
up in DC where mom calls police
911 hear the screams but it don't reach the pen
stroke of the pen he begins writing poetry
to his melody of sorry "I was born in a time like this"
DNA is lack thereof and so on
City of Hick's county love to see the head roll
peaceful and nobody picketing for this innocent soul
day of reckoning is festering in the minds of the foretold
last meal: pork chops, momma's apple sauce and chitterlings
soda pop, and cop's racist jokes so sickening
stomach queasy and soul on fire
tears of empty throat grown tired
walk with the Judases and the Pharaohs
a hum of Jesus is the psalm for the hero
death chamber number 1
lethal injection
broadcasts by 22 people that have no clue
preacher teach words that the future dead-man can elaborate
last words to conceal his fate
"Take me home, away from this lost land"
"Please make a way for my innocent soul...I know its in your hands"
tick tick tock the first switch turns on
sleepy restful slurred of the wordless
pamper on to take care of the later mess
2nd switch muscles give out and tears tend to digest
sick people applauding not a justified witness
3rd switch ignite the spark of the cy and the body jerks silently
organs began to pry
heart tends to fail
and eye color is vanishing
before the afterworld opens here comes a witness
white skinned, blonde hair, gold gown, and a joyful aura
shining brightly and hands began to politely
stroke his face and a whisper of open hearted forgiveness
hand to hand the victim and the accused suspect
to the land where judgement is judge the best
Journey of a Sinful Martyr
Way outta left field, I love that. Great job on the subject, good execution. ? could be a movie damn near, so you structured this very well. The realness is profound, I'd almost think you actually went through it. Great job with the expression as well. -
thanks for the props...its been a minute since I done a storytelling jawn...but i was inspired to wipe the dust off of my thoughts for one lol...thanks again
