May 10, 2013

• Gangster

  You suffer from narcissism

  And this makes you proud

  You are a consummate liar

  And can work the crowd

   

  You know what you want

  You know how to please

  You want to live life

  Yet want a release

   

  The bloods and the crypts

  They flow in your veins

  You cry out at night

  From your tortured pains

   

  You cavort in your pleasures

  And deny afterlife

  You say you’re a Christian

  Then embrace the night

   

  You allay superstitions

  With  small doses of truth

  You inoculate your conscience

  Then do as you chose

   

  May God’s Spirit save you

  O Child of the streets

  May He rescue your soul

  From the demons you flee

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