i can't breathe… i wheeze my lungs are a burden plus, my liver's succumbing to bourbon please, far from concerned with foreign terror & arabs in turbans there is a murder, in my borough every second reaching world records, as the body count triples & trickles like nectar, into the psyche of the youth on the stoop, wiping white on white nikes, right before they shoot reciting the plight of someone stupid not at all saying, shorty was only influenced by music but if the shoe fits, shit, something confused & induced him was it the booze, or boos, or need for jewels, that made him loose it i too, am consumed by the boom, gloom & doom, interludes, & the samples i choose, to be the dude who leads & sets an example stand up kats, stand up, make a difference, we need more than a handful who's gonna listen, to something with substance, & understand you not the careless fuckheads, who couldn't care less, about a flower she hands you you borrow her, to deflower her, & do what cowards do; playing follow the follower guaranteeing there's nothing, promising tomorrow nor the future to come; this ain't happenstance; welcome to dumb circumstance demands, that my plans, are cuckoo as i fuck you or shoot you; another shit show's begun love's removed from the loop, to avoid what matters & just as fast as dust gathers; someone's son's removed from the stoop by duke, who chokeholds, an explodes his hammer; meaning he shoots minding his manners, by retaliating for nana no wonder so many kats break, & skate to atlanta yet still find fate in the slammer trying to escape the demands of, a life that's not at all handsome you can't run from the plans of the man son karma catches up & changes your plans up drama grabs your nuts, & squeezes; lord jesus, please don't be squeamish believe me, my rhyme has its reasons, to be seasoned like this poppa ain preaching… i ain't righteous just enlightened by the innocence of shorty bearing my likeness writing hope into existence, amongst ellipsis’s, commas, semi-colons, & hyphens with intentions to lessen him requesting a pistol confused, like he got nothing to lose, then somebody clips him talk to your kids some undivided attention makes a whole world of difference