Stakeout

by the time I reached the house

by the time I pushed the key into the lock

shot rang out from  up the block

pushed in the door hit the floor

 

that's when I heard some more

like thunder blazing from a bizarre

flaming guitar played by Jimmy Hendrix

a painful tune in the middle of June

 

about the broken heart of a widowed mother

who lost her only son in a shootout

with the police coz his lookout

bailed out leaving him in the middle

 

of the street without hands up

shot too many times to standup

if he could would he want to

traumatize paralyze never walk again

 

I keep my music turned up loud

allowing the beat to bounce

to the sound of ground shaking

mentality my reality is fearfully

 

painfully made of concrete and blood

I throw rocks at the ballot box

 it's time to run to that mountaintop

don’t look back don’t stop it’s not hard to figure out

 

Republicans kiss Democrats in the mouth

but, they want us to go to war