Bullets bibles blunts By Preach the Poet

Bullets bibles blunts

Rents due
3600 hundred dollars out my pocket
And I can’t 
Figure stress and struggle make twigs bend and don’t break
Little nappy nazarite long locs Locked around love in the form of Delilah’s hand 
Demons whisper to trade bible for bullet
33 the full amount that pack chambers of sacrifice 
Little boys run through double mirrors
Fighting the reflection of child staring at man
What’s this
Broken mirrors burst with pride
Before falls
I collapsed
Trading bibles for blunts hoping to pack a swisher sweet with anthrax and anxiety
Knowing that heaven lays at the end of my life’s sunset
Trying to dream of home before long car rides
The look undesirable
I hate em
The finger around a trigger is taking too long 
Make sure to pack the Bible bullets and the same blunt I bet my life on
Koolaide packets
Balogna sandwiches
A picknick blanket
Bases covered and I don’t know if I should steal home or wait for a base hit
But felonies seem familiar as the confessionals I write in the darkness under a blind moon
Listening to screams coming from walls that read county
I’m not even from this real county
I know the system is still counting
43 out of 100 of us will see these same walls
But in these walls I fell in cover I found shelter
Beating fist against brick I learned determination
Animals backed into a corner have no choices 
And i fell in line with a destiny destined before I was born
I was a statistic
I fullfilled my obligation
I don’t owe you nothing more but a nod to your worries and a prayer
But your love will chill the air that wraps around my lifeless body
I’ll let you be a judge
I’ll play executioner

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Bio: Preach the Poet comes from Chicago. Utilizing religious text and pop culture to create stories to share. He’s performed in AL, TN, FL, and TX. He currently represents Lucha Dallas and you can find him some where in the community lending a helping hand.

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