Gangsta Lullabies - Poem by nidal habash
Your only Twenty One.
Under the Searing Sun,
Your Body got Spun,
I put two bullets in your lung,
Just for fun.
Your Chocking for air,
Nigga, Life is not fair,
and people don't care.
But I know your pain,
It's really hard to bare.
So Die, Brother Die.
Your time is up.
Gin and juice won't wake you up.
your memory will haunt me.
But cannot stand by...While you taunt me.
So let me sing you the lullabies.
In a hail of bullets, I said my goodbyes.
So your soul can rest and leap.
Now, the world has one less creep.
Sleep nigga sleep.
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