Murda Poem by nicholas gannon

When the beam is on your life is gone
Take too many steps and your dead on the lawn
If you have to much brawn you wont see the dawn
Keep it up and your life will get pawned

Have the priest saying amon
Talking how you got shot outside club babylon
His name was sean
Nah it was shaun, or maybe shawn
Either way your life made me yawn

Murda, takin place in the streets
Pretty soon you'll be under white sheets
Your life became defeat
There will be no need for repeat
When you life gets checked
Your face gets decked
You get hung by your neck
Your familys life becomes wrecked

You were causing an effect
You were trying to collect
My action was correct
But you were a defect
And i started to detect
And i bet you didnt expect
Your life was a tape and i hit eject

The detectives will inspect
But im not a suspect
You wont resurrect
And you wont get respect