The Killing Joke.

PART 1

Every man for himself. Thrive on survival. The type that brings “What woulda been” love. Memories and “What they could’ve been” talk.

Stars who hated practice, but played every game to miss births, and birthdays, and forced selfish celebrations, from bail, fulfilled sentences, funeral services and graveyard visits.

We’re told “life is hard”. But dead boys’ bodies feel… Thats too tough to talk about, and all I hold onto to keep me strong. They leave a life of revenge.

Their girls get bent over to raise bastards, who make mothers suffer, running away from being like their fathers, who didn’t like drama and criticized reality t.v. but made their own on sidewalks.

We’re asked, “couldn’t they take the straight path”?

What’s that?

A blunt?

A line of coke?

A dope line, round the corner?

A bed made by the coroner.

Some say I think like the lost generation, but they find a way to grab attention every day and we always pay for it.

Part 2

You a funny nigga.

Oh yeah? You find a joke to avoid truth. The real nigga is YOU.

PART 3

Help!

Bang! (gunshot)

Mannn… Help ya self.

Bang!

Daaannng! Why you so selfish?

Click!

Go head, Kill yaself man

Why?

Man can’t afford to be helpless.

Bang!

That’s what happens when you reckless.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG!!!

Dearly Departed:

Visit your loved ones. Tell them don’t restart how it all started. Tell them to imagine what it means to be alive and live their dreams. Show them that making enemies one with nature ain’t as important as nurturing love.