Elegy
Stolen Soul
Death comes
Like serpent venom
No anecdote
To cope with hopeless
Lives lost
Cost
High price paid
Laid to rest
Gun shot chest
Not an option
For open casket
Who wanna lay eyes
On the dead anyway?
Shake my head
Damn.
Another
Dead
Black Man
Who will never
Black fist raised
Stand
Cry extroverted tears
Inside weak
I ain't strong enough for this
Who would be?
Seeing somebody's baby
Last appearance
Death laughing
Wasn't invited
He came anyway
Stole from us
Done it before
I can't even stop it
Willing determined assassins
Hate life just like him...
Fiction to believe
Death won't come again
Notorious thief
Still at Large...