Destruction struck as his luck ran dry
hes stuck in life cuz the end cant die
Resides south of the tracks in all poverty
indesicive of future eyes, he stares properly
accordingly he still fleas with peers in trouble
yet mother still scratches the surface in double
shoulders unsquare so cheat left when he runs
heads on an unclear path leavin the rest stunned
illusions fuck his vision left by stars in the making
come to the fork unseeing, chooses left as taking
"pop pop"..cups his ears in the absence of silents
soccor riots uncompareble to the southern violence
science uneffective in struggle for his exsistence
ina single instince he bends from love to resistence
past was tense, future seems flinchless in pursue
sees his road shortening as younger kids curfews
spews the spirit of his life as if the reeper took it
books it as markings in life, to keep her shookin
Lays gasping for air as the spirit fades black
A dark outline hovers over him......IM BACK!!
my story is inconclusive as well as his life...hence the name
use your imagination![]()