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.. first grade
boy on his bike
stops and stands,
wasn’t the first time
he’d seen a dead man,
look down at his shoes,
still had them on,
totally amazed,
usually they’re gone,
even had gold
still around his neck,
it wasn’t a robbery,
then.. “what the heck“,
lights and sounds
from a psychedelic stage,
hypnotizing children
at a very tender age,
whispers in the crowd
begin to get loud,
“yeah he deserved it
he met his fait”,
“snitches get stitches,
wind up in ditches,
or even like witches
get burned at the stake”,
“he spilled to the man
they baked a cake,
play the man’s hand
an earned his death date”,
lights and sounds
from a psychedelic stage,
hypnotizing children
at a very tender age,
with no emotion
no water in the eyes,
the boy mounts his bike
and begins to ride,
riding by the blood
as it trickles down the drain,
from the 9 mm slugs
lodged in the man’s brain,
as the child begins
to contemplate,
a dark scenario
starts to reiterate,
a man told the truth
and now he has died,
he’d still be alive
if he just told a lie,
lights and sounds
from a psychedelic stage,
the hypnotized child
turns another page..
reality cuts his mind
like a lobotomy knife,
learn how to lie
or you could lose your life,
release the confetti
and have a parade,
the little boy now
has passed the first grade..
stops and stands,
wasn’t the first time
he’d seen a dead man,
look down at his shoes,
still had them on,
totally amazed,
usually they’re gone,
even had gold
still around his neck,
it wasn’t a robbery,
then.. “what the heck“,
lights and sounds
from a psychedelic stage,
hypnotizing children
at a very tender age,
whispers in the crowd
begin to get loud,
“yeah he deserved it
he met his fait”,
“snitches get stitches,
wind up in ditches,
or even like witches
get burned at the stake”,
“he spilled to the man
they baked a cake,
play the man’s hand
an earned his death date”,
lights and sounds
from a psychedelic stage,
hypnotizing children
at a very tender age,
with no emotion
no water in the eyes,
the boy mounts his bike
and begins to ride,
riding by the blood
as it trickles down the drain,
from the 9 mm slugs
lodged in the man’s brain,
as the child begins
to contemplate,
a dark scenario
starts to reiterate,
a man told the truth
and now he has died,
he’d still be alive
if he just told a lie,
lights and sounds
from a psychedelic stage,
the hypnotized child
turns another page..
reality cuts his mind
like a lobotomy knife,
learn how to lie
or you could lose your life,
release the confetti
and have a parade,
the little boy now
has passed the first grade..
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