BRANDO, ISHMAIL, MR MARNIE,NATE ISIAH ALOISHES,
ALL THE NAMES AND FACES
ALL THE EYES,
PAY YOUR DEBT,
NO WAY BACK, NO THREE WISHES
WHERE ARE THEY GONE NOW?
TIME IS TIME, ITS PAR FOR THE COURSE,
ALL IN ALL OUT,
NO INBETWEENS JUST TRAPS,
CHOICES? DONT TALK OF CHOICES
BABIES BORN IN THIS SOCIETY
ALL THAT NURTURE,
NATURE IN THAT ENVIROMENT
THEY WONDER WHY THEY WENT,
WHY THEY RUN, HOW THEY HIDE
THESE BABIES TRAPPED, BUT HEAVEN SENT.
PERCEPTIONS PERCEIVED
BY OFFICERS, YES SIR, NO SIR,
AM I? DO I? CAN I? WILL I ?
I AM, I DO, I CAN, I WILL, YOU TRIED,
REALLY? OFFICER AM I OBLIGED?
IM FREE TO GO! I KNOW THAT,
I JUST TOLD YOU SO,
LAW, OFFICERS OF?
DO YOU KNOW YOUR ACTS?
DO YOU KNOW YOUR SECTIONS?
I DIDNT THINK SO,
I AM, I WILL, I DO, I HAVE,
THATS WHY THIS TRAP BABY IS PLAYED TO PERFECTION.
DEDICATED TO THE ONES THAT MATTER, AND MIND THE ONES WHO DONT, XXX
20/7/17 P,J,THOMPSON
- Author: illia (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 20th, 2017 10:42
- Category: Unclassified
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