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You set the bar too high
I couldn’t reach if I could fly
You bringing bad manner to the table
Where is your sense of decency?
This mess is an emergency
No PBJ’s for me please
I got a peanut allergy
You do not know me well enough
To know that you’re killing me
I love you so I guess I’m ready to die
You are my suicide
These sidewalks are dirty
It’s 11:30 about to be midnight
In the city
It’s time to go inside
It’s still early but who wants to die
The streets are dirty
Too filthy to lay down on
In a pool of liquid life
Redder than the stars are bright
War has been waged against us
We need more guns for the fight
To be fair
The train is coming down the tracks
No fare
I do not fear a black cat
Running in front of me
No more than I fear a brother
Holding a gun on me
What has to be
Has to be
In a place where violence
Is natural like the hair
Rising up from my follicles
It’s inescapable
