by Douglas Cabrera
Lost too many
Too many coffins
Too many ashes to count
Too many
Tried to hide the pain
But the pain had to pout
Came out
In ugly ways
I had
Ugly days
Psychotherapy
My brain in a daze
I had to
Chase
The kingdom of Jah
And his righteousness
Brain back in place
My mind in a waste
I had
Wasted
Too many calendars
Too many birthdays without a pastor
I grew
Slowly
Slow motion
To my destination
Detour after detour
From sinful infestations
I had
No patience
Just rushing it
Like
Fast food still too slow
I grew up
Broke
So
Minimum wage
Was too minimum
For this bro
I had to go
Pull licks and jack moves
On anybody
If you rich and high sidin’
I had to break you
I ain’t lying
Rewind
Silver and Mission
Gas station
He flossing gold
With a fat wad
Right before Christmas
Pistol whipped him
Had to get him
For his digits
And/or his chain
Then I’m sitting in Bruno (County Jail)
With no one to blame
King Y’shua, you give me another day!
I should have been gone, I should’ve passed away
Mother and sister
Waiting in line to see me
All in the rain
The early hours
Hours and hours
They share my pain
And I’m about to blame
Who am I to take
Innocence
And drag them
To my lane
Kamikaze routes
Principles fouled
And I’m to blame
Take lives for fun
Draw blood and run
Now family
Taking the pain
Loyal soldiers
Keeping it hot in the Bay
Communities charred
Widows are scarred
Fatherless children
‘Cause the way we play
Juggling hollows
Juggling solids
Shoot them up
Screw what they say
Orphans and widows
Taking the pain
King Y’shua, you give me another day!
I should have been gone, I should’ve passed away.
The Bay to the Valley
The Sco’ to Merced
Illegal Business
Just for some bread
Arm and Hammer
South American Foliage instead
Cook it
The American way
Destroyed my region
Destroyed my people
Just to get paid
Dope-fiend paged me
Hit her on the cell
In the Buick
On my way
Her little son
Stared at me
About four feet tall
He scared me
My heart was afraid
He knew
What his mom does
No food in the fridge
No new clothes on
The little boy was in pain
I made the transaction
And left
The boy’s eyes
Pierced my chest
Went to the crack house
Told them
The ‘caine biz is dead!
King Y’shua, you give me another day!
I should have been gone, I should’ve passed away.