My Spoken Word #2 - Civil War
Two brothers, two bands of width,
One blue – One grey, two parents long gone in myths,
Long been since…..
They were last together,
One could say – Epiphanies of time; moments would last forever,
When they were children – Long down the streams of the past,
Two siblings into play – No one ever would ask,
Both the same – No one ever came first or last,
But now it’s the present – One was first to blast,
…..Take the other’s life away,
A cold night – But sunny day,
Black bullets come rushing through the sunny haze,
Who’d have ever thought that “grey” could blaze?
His “Blue” turned into red, he was ready phase….
…..Lost in dark – By his own brother,
His own other,
Etched into history by his own color,
….For what? Diss over politics? Now it’s a reality scene?
Brothers should never kill each other over a smaller man’s dreams…..
~K-Rizzle.
