Fresno

What life would have the man lead?
The one shot in my place,
blood dripping as he ran to safety
just to find company in thieves,
that stole his last moments of comfort
by dumping his body in the road
My mother still has trouble sleeping

I've seen death a hundred ways
I've caused it, I've lived through it
I sat silent as my best friend murdered two people
and in my head,
I had hopes he'd be set free for I know his worth
he was the good one of our group
I the rebel and danger
him the artist and believer
the rest follow suit amongst the misfits
most dead, some locked up, a few free
and doing better than anyone could have thought
We grew up to alarm clocks, gun shots
another friend recruited another one involved in a shooting
West side and East, even the schools
groomed us for war for territory
Fist fights and bomb scares
Riding the last bus and falling asleep until we get there
I craved destruction back then,
hands on conflict, made me stronger
got myself into trouble but I never could back down,
Nowadays, I find myself speaking problems away
missing the feeling of the adrenaline
the chaos, the who's walking away from this?
ah but its not worth the court dates now.