Winter of Our Discontent

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil." (Psalm 23:4)



They seemed immortal to us, you know? But those are the ones who die first.


"I will not set before my eyes anything that is worthless." (Psalm 101:3)


I've played in it's thorn bushes,

been marinated in the scent of death

and even saw my reflection in it's shadows...

I've seen him


He shot him in the back so that he couldn't see his own life being snatched from his grasp

He shot him in the back because he decided that one boy's life wasn't worth jail time, but it was definitely worth taking

He...shot him in the back

No one cried for the boy who lost his soul last night.

Eternally damned should he not ask for repentance.

Nobody lit candles or prayed that heaven would come to know his name

I've seen him.


"The hearing ear and the seeing eye, the Lord has made them both." (Proverbs 20: 12)


I've heard it calling my name

My paranoia called it vanity and I believed it

Death is a siren calling we sailors to sea...

I've heard him


It be them corner hustlers, ballers and shot-callers

Unless the shot is called for you

Loved ones, tears flying, not even 21 but dying

If you live near us you know that firecrackers and gun shots don't sound the same

Can you hear the life --- leaving his body?

It be them corner hustlers, ballers and shot-callers

He told his boys that he was a drilla

So when I hear the sirens, I cringe a little

I've heard him.


"Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger" (James 1:19)


and I'm pissed...

Generational curses have not missed or skipped a beat

We're missing heart beats of those who stray bullets caught

I've told him.


Snitches get stitches,

They comin' up missin'.

I told him.


Why is everyone so afraid to speak?

I told him.


Our lives are not yours for the taking!

I told him.


Because we see no...

                              hear no...

                                             speak no...

                                                             see no....

                                                                           speak no...

                                                                                          seek no...

Does the skin begin to creep off your back when you realize that the life we live just lacks...sense?


We decide we're deaf, blind, and mute and call it "minding our own damn business!"


Until business and pleasure mix...

THIS special cocktail

Because stray bullets can find you too


"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil." (Psalm 23:4)


See no evil.

Hear no evil.

Speak no evil.


Do no evil.

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