Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Escape


[Rebel Conscious]
She was just another girl on the transit
Train-wrecked, abandoned
In her tears, he could spot his reflection
Damaged, intangible
Carnage like animals
A standstill occurred as he looked in her direction
Floor boards creaking at the thought of them speaking
So he lit up a fug to calm his nerves
Watching her wrists shake
All he kept thinking
She took me as she stormed in
With bruises on her arm
Grim facial expression
And one can only wonder how she plundered to such a dark space
He recognized her from some pics he seen at his workplace
Couple snapshots on the laptop
From a co-worker that's last name matched the ID she just dropped
He picked it up and handed it to her slowly
She thanked him with a head nod
He said, "I mean no harm
But if he did this to you Ms. you need to tell someone"
She stormed off the train confused, full of regression
He knew the address and stopped by asking some questions
The father swung the door like
"Son, what you here for?"
He stepped in pulled the weapon
Put two in his chest and
Stood over the body and said, "There's no escape for you brethren"

[Dead Poet]
She was just a young teen with a dream like Martin Luther
Cheerleader behind 'em bleachers with her divas sparking buddha
Tutored kids in Junior High
Super fly, May, June, July
Envied by her peers
Freshman year she plotting suicide
Beyond her facade, internally she's deeply scarred
Every night she sleeps in fear of her dad who lusts her bod
Oh my God! Please daddy no! Is what she thinks
And justifies it, cause it only happens when he drinks
It stinks, in the ER her mom works the night shift
Her innocence's been stolen
Ayo it's priceless
She thought about telling the truth to mom dukes, but she panicked
Cause all she had was her word, no proof
Plus mommy say she too cute, dressing too grown for her age
And noticed dudes been checking out her body since it changed
So quiet she remains
Through excruciating pain
How can the man she loved the most treat her so inhumane?
When it rains it pours, she can't take the pain no more
Or sustain, endure, the monster's baneful claws
So the voice of Yah she ignores, and writes a letter
Dear mommy comma, I wish my life was better
If anyone would forgive me, I know the priest could
I'm in Alcatraz, I must escape like Eastwood


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