Any Fool Can Start A Quarrel - Poem by Dexsta Ray
Any fool can start a quarrel
I seen it
At dark tomorrow
These kids... after leaving the store
Will parcel bottles
They won't care anymore
They'll have no...
And I won't blame them
Hell... I was once in this position
This one kid though
Gangbanging... stayed waving his gun
And smoked greatly
Just came from the take away
Son just turned eighteen and he'll think about making a run
From all hatefulness
Satan doesn't want him to GO
There's a whole other way he doesn't want him to know
Now you could place the blame on fate...
But we all play a
In what the babies see today and even say down the road
Here's a culture teaching HATE
So his comrades came... they'll have a proposition
They'll be cruising the block and spot some
Are you moving or not?
There is an option given but implied choosing
To come or he is not authentic
So he went and entered
They'll have some glocks positioned
Pulling up to see a brother in the shopping district
If anything... he is thinking it's a rotten mission
Markedly because they knew...
The 'villian' had no problems with them
So he had decisions to
Ruminating this position to consider the stakes
He should probably just desist from this...
And get on his way
But then he'd never hear the end of this and glimpsed as a lame
But this time he overcame all of Lucifer's lies
So he left them in that car and
He'd choose his own
They might've judged him but he'd finally learn
To use his own mind
So when he left they drove off... approaching
What they didn't KNOW...
The brother's observation was sharper
You could hear a car start in the opposite parking lot
But the children moved up with the guns
Dude what are you going to do now?
They didn't see those other two cars looping around
Before they'll even make it to them
They'll be shooting in
Now he could hear this but he wouldn't take a look at the scene
He kept walking straight ahead... see that could've been HE
Eke any fool can start a quarrel but it takes a man to walk away
Especially in the wicked land of these confounding days
We don't seem to understand that we are... how to say?
Claiming we are thankful for the Lord but actions bow to satan
Satan will have you thinking
That being EVIL is the
Everyone is trying to prove how 'real'
They are these days
If anything... the realest are those
Taking a stand AGAINST
The evils in this world
Know they are outnumbered
But your REWARD is in
Heaven... NEVER stop fighting
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