Do or Die

It’s this damn world that stolen my innocence
With taking my soul & heart for this violence
It’s all about the phrase “Do or Die”
Is it the death a way to say goodbye!

I started this art from the age one seven
Still remember that night of late 89
Poverty never fed my hunger in the last week
Honestly I’m weak but not meek
It’s dark out here in the absence of white moon
Now, I’m going to murder someone so soon
Prayed for my prey, don’t come out of the home
If he comes, I’m sure that he’ll be resting in a tomb
Fate is always against me, oh… shit
Trying to learn about the murder a lil’ bit
I’d a .44 magnum looted from a junkie
Which is sleeping under my black hoodie
I saw a red mustang rolling on the street
Whooping Bon Jovi's "Living in Sin" beat
I jumped from the dark in the silence
Holding a Cleaver for a messy violence
When I reach the side of the door
I noticed this man and sweated more
He’s short and smoking a Jamaican Macanudo cigar
Pulled the knife and kept at his neck in vigor
I said, “”Gimme just 10 dollars for your life”
What the fuck? He showed a magnum on his side
Panic, fear, fright… whatever you say
I don’t had the guts to murder anyway
He hasn’t failed to observe my shiver
So, tried to take away the car quicker
My knife tore his larynx and took his bliss
With the blood splashing all over the glass
“I did it”, that was my last word in that place
Quickly ran away after losing all my grace

It’s a bloody morning of the next day
I don’t had money for the food to pay
Roaming like an animal with an empty stomach
While my fingers rubbing my black mustache
Had a devil in my head to make me rob again
It wins as its damn good in the bargain
I saw this white lady in a blue tops and jean
She’ll ruin any of us with her calmly mien
Am I racist? If you’re in the middle of hunger
Do you give a fuck about the skin color?
Oh, how come I’m not shivering now?
Am I quite skilled for this shit to do so?
I’m moving very closer from her back
Just holding my Fofo in a polythene bag
Click Clack! My gun roared at her temple
I spit the Harry Callahan words in rumble
Go ahead, make my day… you slut!
Money or life, now you’ve your fate
It’s not my best intention to take your life
Mind you, I’ve nothing to lose on my side
Damn it ain’t worked, she tried to puff pepper spray
I shot her twice confirming her as a my second prey
Very slowly I took her bag & all the jewelry
To quench my hunger after successful burglary
In this moment, I don’t feel anything wrong
Just thinking J J Cale’s “Crying’ Eyes” song
Now I agree, killing is just like the game of chess
It makes you as rich when you’re in that business …
Oh… Did I really mean this to happen?
Or my survival of the fittest was now proven!?