Bullet Paths Pt. 1

and so he uses a slug to grease his scalp
And it moves so fast it blew his wig off
Get lost in the red paint
Splattered all over the floor
Outlined in chalk
What can drive him
just then
a hearse drove him
to the last stop
His final destination
With his heart no longer racing
And rain drops mixed with tears not
to mention
The fears
Of the demons that haunted him
The world at his cuticles
Life outside a cubicle
And he was so young
Not a puff of smoke scarred his lungs
There wasn't a voice of one angel that sung

And so
the bullet left it's chamber
Never knowing it's target
It's not like the shooter was a marksman
But he knew why safety was smart then
Maybe he just needed iron in his system
How fast could he cross his fingers
And pray he missed him
War doesn't determine who's right
But who's left
In that very second
In his very chest
He felt it
Yes he knew
The fast paced slug
Slowly made it's way through
And out the back
Never changing it's course
Never coming off track
In fact
That same bullet richocheted off the walls
That buzzed by a small girl
What a small world
That this same bullet would effect this little girl
Backpack packed
Already out of math
Can't comprehend why this bullet crossed her path
So here our bullet stops
A mans knees drop
Head risen
A child questioning her vision

As he lay
While others pray
He can see the tears
That run down his mothers face
He wants to say he's sorry
Say he misses her
But he can't
Sorry big sister
Couldn't see you get married
Or see the baby you carry
But I hope you know I love you

It was never my intent
To hurt more then one
At the rate I traveled
I thought I shot out a gun
See an argument of parents
Cause of this fatherless marriage
Turned into a dog fight
And Michael Vic isn't there to stop it
Standing there watching
He couldn't believe his eyes
Could only cover his ears
And fight back all his tears
Walked straight into a parade of verbal bullets
That seemed so large you couldn't see who's fingers pulled which trigger
See he's the son of these parents
Who got hit with stray words
That had no intent to damage
Him
But it did
This kid grew up with hate in his heart
Never understood how this family fell apart
His pops was the start
But he's not to blame
Love just wasn't present
Hate was the only message
And it did damage that only time could tell

See I was the father
Who never wanted to bother
With my son or family
How was I to know
That when he was to grow
That I was the reason
That in the coldest of seasons
Put him into a hole

See an argument of parents
Helped construct this path of violence
Words more deadly than steel
Cause from one instance
That seemed so distant
And long gone by
They forever shaped him
Just like the bullets yet to claim him
That first bullet that grazed him
And sped past his young ears
See
Sometimes words are more powerful then gunpowder
Not cause their louder
But they cut deeper then steel can allow
Because those scars can never heal
Our bullet paths start way before the loading of a 9
But really when he was 9
Growing up in violence
Lead this kid to violence
And a casket
Stay tuned and see what happens
Next....