Be, Carefully
• Written by Qoey
Qoey's Notes
Sometimes you gotta write about death. The thing is, there's something that you can do about it.
Empty bottle sitting on a window sill, willow still weeping
For the red on the register till, until the priest stop speaking
Another life lost for blood spilt, that's a soul left this earth again
Pine wood box got lowered into dirt by friends
A coffin full of lost thoughts, a brain excavated by lead
Strip mining a mind, like a mountain, but it's his head
Sad fact that it's not that uncommon
A murder for a dollar, people trying to force a profit
I'm not the only one lost some to senselessness
I'm stuck remembering the girl in a defenseless dress
2 A M in a city with no remorse
Driving a friend home, long night, voice hoarse
Calling "see you later" but it gets drowned out
By the sound of bullets loud, the barrel shouts
The news hits phone screens within 24 hours
Her mom screams, but the pointless death speaks louder
My story isn't special, and neither is my friend's death
But that's the problem with what goes through heads
Bullets and bad news leave similar impressions
The sour stink of worthlessness and a last breath
You can't be there for every defense
And you can't get a freakish fate to make sense
All you hope is that it won't happen again
To hide the pain, just pray and light some incense
Some towns are blighted with roses on street corners
You could cut down whole gardens for memorials and mourners
But that's wrong, you gotta act in the present tense
Hop up, and make signs for the picket fence
Fire the shit cops, replace them with guys who got common sense
Prevent the stupid shit, put it all to an end
It may be that the bay sees a lot of violence
But that doesn't mean that we can't do shit to fight it
We all gotta be, carefully
See the parts of other people that need to be seen
Don't ignore that fact that humans are all human
Put the gun down and get a point of view in...
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Qoey
Member since January 14 2014