So, I told you about the gift of sight
Closing my eyes to rest
And my flesh is scarred
By the impure touching of demons
And being wide awake
Outside enjoying the blue sky
And my reality being entangled

Now the idea of death doesn't
Infect me no matter the direction
I travel what I see does
I can see the story of Cain and Abel
Not because I read the bible faithfully

This rage of the unknown should be
Understood, studied, examined
Not prejudged like many are doing
Hollywood death is so cinematic
Being stuck in the world placed
A unsettling value on how you
Devalue anothers life

It takes a real gangsta to be so enraged...