My Judgement
I had a gun
So I made it fun
To be a street dancer
And a free baller

Below my bossom lie
Hundred of children cries
My blood I once pour
Just to look pure

Stealing their opportunity
So I still their heartbeat
Never to see a city
Nor dance to a drumbeat

Their tears I now see
Deep as the sea
Drowning my soul
To get justice

Echoes of judgement
Fills my head
I never had mercy
Neither will there be mercy

So the Judge pronounce
The word depart
No where to turn
Just to be burn.

© Frontline_Ink