When a thug cries.
Some one must die.
For every tear drop.
A bullet flies.
Death lingers close.
Sanity is drowned in sadness and rage.
Revenge becoming an infection charging through our veins.
Making its way to the heart.
Consuming the soul, as we becoming a blood thirsty animal.
They only remedy for this disease.
Is the demise of our advisories.
Homicidal thoughts run rampant through our mind.
Playing every scenario over, and over again.
With the desire to make them feel as we felt.
As our world came to a total stand still.
When we heard our loved one was slain.
Using weed and liquor as sedatives.
Numbing our pain.
So this burden can be sustained.
When the deed is finally finished.
Blood stained hands are washed in a rivers of regret.
And the judge hits the gavel leaving us with nothing left.
Labeled "State Property"
Stripped of your pride, without freedomn in sight.
This is what happends.
When thugs cry.

very deep and powerful write,but sometimes we need to let go of pain without the,booze and drugs,it only helps for awhile...nice write

Quite a statement...

Dats wack yo!!

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