Thursday, January 6, 2011

Lost Love:

Is it wrong to buy 10 year olds Shotguns/
Mom did that, so sad, Now she's laying dead, Shot by son/
Growing up in South Central Louisiana, Gun safety, more than pushing Buttons/
see the Big Lil' world turning, anorexics to gluttons/
Watch Kids turn emo, no attention at home, need to be shown that to properly function/
Poor Grades, Bully tirades, Need more Mentors, less gore greater neighbors/
only a thin line from Anakin to Darth Vader/
pumpin' out beats for us to speak over, Is Peace over?/
People seem to cross more than the Fader/
Used to have rules, now it's too cool not to be Sober/
They going up like Elevators, Odyssey's like Homer/
Looking for the Golden fleece, slaughtering the youngest like they golden Sheep/
hopped up on Speed, they never get a moments peace/
Steadily searching for a Pieces of the Devils Pie/
fidget terribly in one on one convos/
Fiending for that game and the console/
they need some consults/
too uncomfortable to look up in your eyes/
Surprise Surprise, the ones that do seem to be soulless/
Frigidaire to Frigid Air, Love in my heart, Greatest of all, So I'm never gonna be homeless/
Till the Last breath I take, Spit nothing but the Truth and Dopeness/
Potent, as I face my opponents/


D. Abshire
January 6th, 2o10~4:30 a.m.