Death today is a project of the hoods it seem
The creation of a battle field to see who name pops the most
How many Instagram and Facebook fights it can be
Seems like all our family gatherings has been nothing but family crying
And shopping for funerals
Of another sister or brother dead
how sad to be brain wash in the illusions to kill your own dam sister or
brother but everyone keep saying what am I your brothers keeper
The world so crooked you wouldnt know if your brother is your own
keeper the way the tunnels of eruptions of the crooked eye staring
Write in the mirror with you and
Sometimes its hard to identify who truly staring you cross eyed in the back
When everyone looks identically
And never able to identify who crooked to thee end so the pain that strikes my
head no mom wants to experience that
The pain of loosing a child or family member
The erupt of a eruption be so scattered only
GOD CAN PICK US UP Because understanding the pain of death
scattered every thought of your string that make your tools operate they
interrupted by pain
Put them guns down yall hurting families
