Bloodletting
I felt peace as the trigger released
At my feet a dead police, no remorse in the least
You know it's hard to eat when you live in the streets
Though they walk the beat, don't contribute to peace
My day started out the same as the last couple weeks
Been sleeping by the train with my back to the East
Junkard dog frame & I been off the leash
Hustle for some change, fill my stomach with grease
Then I scrounged up a bottle and I walked to the beach
Used to toe the line, live my life by the crease
But the bugs in my brain make it hard just to speak
Waded in the water, got impossibly deep
Now I keep the company of slovenly creeps
This time last year I was driving a Jeep
Need to get help, but the cost too steep
Nana did her best but her spirit was weak
88 years old when she passed in her sleep
Left me in the cold, burning boxes for heat
The only thing I kept was my Pop Pop's piece
It's underneath my vest, keep it tucked in my fleece
Never wanted to use it, nah not in the least
Strictly for protection in encounters with beasts
I was sitting on the dock when I first heard the creek
These God damn kids always fucking with me
Favorite thing to do, they just sneak sneak sneak
Treat me like an animal, a mangy old sheep
But not today, I got a lesson to teach
Pretended not to notice til he got within reach
Then I spun around quick, took him out with a sweep
Leaped to my feet, the boy let out a screech
Big bully turned sweet as a peach
Reminded me of my neice
I smiled & he screamed out please
I let him up to his knees & I started my speech
About what he sowed & what I hoped he would reap
I told him bout the bullshit you inherit when meek
I told him how it feels to be cast underneath
Viewed as a leech
When society itself is diseased
Taking all it can squeeze, it's like bathing in fleas
By then I was causing a scene
I heard the sirens ring, the busy buzzing of bees
Somebody yelled out freeze
I don't remember a thing
At my feet a dead police, no remorse in the least
You know it's hard to eat when you live in the streets
Though they walk the beat, don't contribute to peace
My day started out the same as the last couple weeks
Been sleeping by the train with my back to the East
Junkard dog frame & I been off the leash
Hustle for some change, fill my stomach with grease
Then I scrounged up a bottle and I walked to the beach
Used to toe the line, live my life by the crease
But the bugs in my brain make it hard just to speak
Waded in the water, got impossibly deep
Now I keep the company of slovenly creeps
This time last year I was driving a Jeep
Need to get help, but the cost too steep
Nana did her best but her spirit was weak
88 years old when she passed in her sleep
Left me in the cold, burning boxes for heat
The only thing I kept was my Pop Pop's piece
It's underneath my vest, keep it tucked in my fleece
Never wanted to use it, nah not in the least
Strictly for protection in encounters with beasts
I was sitting on the dock when I first heard the creek
These God damn kids always fucking with me
Favorite thing to do, they just sneak sneak sneak
Treat me like an animal, a mangy old sheep
But not today, I got a lesson to teach
Pretended not to notice til he got within reach
Then I spun around quick, took him out with a sweep
Leaped to my feet, the boy let out a screech
Big bully turned sweet as a peach
Reminded me of my neice
I smiled & he screamed out please
I let him up to his knees & I started my speech
About what he sowed & what I hoped he would reap
I told him bout the bullshit you inherit when meek
I told him how it feels to be cast underneath
Viewed as a leech
When society itself is diseased
Taking all it can squeeze, it's like bathing in fleas
By then I was causing a scene
I heard the sirens ring, the busy buzzing of bees
Somebody yelled out freeze
I don't remember a thing
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Writer(s): Wesley Reyes, Uncle Sam
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