Speed

This one's for you All people,

 

I woke during the black death with a spade in my best friend’s head

Poor people lying dying in the streets

Old blue and lights electric yellow at the end of the road

Guns everywhere oil on the floor

 

A criminal looking in the cell saw nothing inside

Fear spreading fast in the overcrowded jail

Far away a bunch of knives yelling to the deep sea

A jeweller stabbed in the back litter covering the footprints

 

Bullets flying around me unknowing where they boom

The walls of crumbling houses made of blood red bones

Killers crawling on ceilings maggots swimming in gutters

I wonder why the burglars don’t respond to my wrath

 

Tired and gruesome outcasts and I don’t know why

Empty eyes and pockets with no money to spend

Surprised I am still alive surprised I’m blaming you

And everywhere the mud speaking of this crazy reality