bless the child

They said we don't have to do it like this; other side little is child scared as shit. They gonna take him out in a body bag. All he wanted to do is talk to his dad;  inside the mind of a suicidal child; it's wild. The hammer is locked, the pistol is cocked. Shots fired; life lost, expired; black suits and choirs. And if he was true; riders in lowriders Clowning. Damn; the blood was so red it looked brown; into this life ascend past that: Gats and crack, elevated past that, in fact I'm only down to two Gats, I don't even have a Mack; Pops has my Gauge and its racked.  

But check this; there is a still water that's in me  and I and I will exhaust all that it's in me: Babylon-resist. flow cold as the interiors of uncle Beans brand new Cadillac console; clean. Now I dream of meaningful things: like my seeds and my old lady, life is crazy. The s;h7it gets crazy I hope your feeling me I'm rhyming from the place of eternity it's like God himself is controlling me; I don't know why it came to my mind but; apostrophe S yes, blessed.

Do you know the feeling of no stress; every night smoking stress but that Goodie,the best. Certified War vet before I even hit Iraq.

But back to that child; that story; it's wild so bless the child when you see one. Pray to God above that he never picks up a gun.

Blackhemmingway~2014©