Victims

CDKey
CDKey Members Posts: 9
edited October 2011 in Waiting To Exhale
People go solitary, chasing that monetary that is clearly
defined between the fabrics of time, intertwined with needs
Please, open your eyes is what my broken heart pleads
I see my brother and seeds, Youth killing OGs for initials
Young packing a pistol, messages sent but it missed 'em
I hope that it hits 'em, before the reaper come gets 'em
Soul picked up from a body which was lost to a struggle
Quasi-deep slumber, never to wake; the family, it crumbles
Or does it make people stronger, I can't tell the difference
The mother's heart gets broken on so many instances
But their cousins who rolled deep, vowed for revenge and
Killed another mother's child in pursuit over vengence
Guns don't choose their victims, a trigger has a feel to it
If the streets were a play, gunshots would be the stage music
I hope that they could see what it feels in repetance
When the blood of the victims' what their hands are drenched in

~I.S.~

Comments

  • chilly
    chilly Members Posts: 1,206 ✭✭
    edited October 2011
    Its cool man. How long did it take for you to come up with it?
  • CDKey
    CDKey Members Posts: 9
    edited October 2011
    Thanks. I wrote this up right before I posted it. I'd say 20 to 30 minutes? Depends on the mind state, mood, instrumental etc. and the amount of writers block, haha. I write less bars now due to quality control though.
  • Tupacfan
    Tupacfan Members, Moderators Posts: 2,428 Regulator
    edited October 2011
    dam, this piece right here... hit home..

    in ways you wouldn't even know, but i appreciate the fact that you shared this poem with us.. a lot of us can probably relate and see this going on in the communiities we live and grew up in..

    peace!