Hell Pt. 1

(from the upcoming rockso/calypso album "Farewell to the Flesh")

Let's raise a glass for our fallen
And say a solemn prayer
That when God called 'em
He has his eyes forevermore on 'em
Small consolation for
Mama's bawlin'
Flip the page, new day, a new episode of street brawlin'
Where the streets we call home is prone to violence
Baby mama escalation only serves to maintain the balance
Our boy came home after arraignment
Tryna *snif* celebrate
But got lifted off his feet by two fleeing unknown assailants
Witnesses ain't sayin' (nothin')
Police are baffled
Random homicide like his number was pulled from the raffle
The streets burn like Snap!, Crackle! and Pop!
Serial (cereal) killin'
They raised a murial in yo
Name, but once the grieving has passed
A requiem to pain
Nobody's gassed 'cause next day, it's all the same
We laid him down in a casket that's wood-grained
And threw his jewels in it
Saying, 'some fool's gon' get it'
We got crews of youths not old enough to drive
But damn sure know how to weild tools
And drink Colt 45s
And work those scales that's tipped against their favor
Reheating beef on the street
That's hard for them not to savour ...