“Ferguson 1/8 Sample”- Spook


­­the heat you can see rising
on the horizon­­
the sun hot.

the sons hot.

and all the daughters keep flooding the block
with tears­­
alone and in despair,

they screaming out

for the laws to stop killing their
in the middle of the street.
it’s war in the middle west and the middle east. it’s baking hot in the sun­­

we been chilly all fall long.. watch the buildings fall down on to the ground

the bricks tumble
and everybody got a crackhead cousin

waiting to pick up the pieces. ((you want a drink?))

­­we drinking over here… we in mourning
it’s morning/again


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