Not 'Til

Drugs, guns, and violence,
I walk the streets in silence,
Cold tears stream down my face,
Quince as blood awakens my taste,

Bones are crushed,
Head in a rush,
Wish I could take these thoughts and loose them with a flush,
As I recall my friends loosing there trust in me,

I promise not to let them down,
Not ‘til I choke on my own vomit and wiggle and drown,
Not ‘til I’m forced to lay motionless on the ground,
Not ‘til my voice slurs and my eyes blur and the sounds of my battle cries die down,

I promise to stand and fight,
For my views and rights,
It’s me against them under this dim street light,
I jump into battle like a bird into flight.

Copyright 2005