The Fuse

 

It is what it is so say so many,

a cover, a blanket for our lost.

Mere children of the squandered

hearts next door. Next door

can be eternity, devastation of innocence.

Guns in drawers just for fear,

maybe kill a bigga nigga. Red necks

worry in their sleep and fishing boats.

Aint no secret tho, your neighbor’s a ho.

Aint no secret our potentate’s a ho.

His ass ass smellin’ up the pews

His god smellin’ up our world with a fuse

lit and ready to kill them bigga niggas.

(Language used is for artistic purposes only)