(Part One)

With no notion, no being open to the commotion.
With no lock that works, and no lock that’s broken.
With every empty cell, soon occupied for years to come.
And from the occupant would come another son from the slums.
Another brother of another man who did what he had to.
Like a draftee of ‘Nam, while he did it,
he felt sad to do everything he got winded up in, and binded up in.
He did it all in the end, for you, his girlfriend.
You meant the world to him, and with no
notion to the emotional commotion is like you
fed him a potion of psychological corrosion.
And after the internal bloatin’ set him off
and let him off the deep end,
he found himself creepin’ up on some men
sittin’ in a Benz, just two friends,
disscussin’ odds ‘n ends, lettin’ the night begin,
but no, it came to an abrupt end.
Due to you corruptin’ your poor boy toy
cuz you wanted to enjoy the feeling of a
sexual exploit. So you told him,
“I love you, and I can only cum
if I feel you cum, so take the condom off,
I wanna feel like I’m done”
You knew that you were his first, and
what’s even worse is that
you pushed yourself on him to quench your sexual thirst.

So five months have passed, and at last,
the boy feels like he’s trapped.
he’s always eatin’ the crap your feedin’
“I love you, Honey. We’ll be needin’ some more
money for this baby that’s our’s,
breedin’ in my tummy.”
So that night he didn’t wanna fight,
so he ened the two friends’ lives with two flashes of light.
As the shot’s echo’s between the city’s structures,
he became overwhelmed by and emotional rupture.
“What have I just done”
he whimpered to himself.
Time was runnin’ out,
so now it’s time to run. And by the while,
you’re havin’ fun, across town you have
another man’s fingers inside you cuz you
wanna feel done. You’re not where you’re from,
you’re not in the slums, you’re with the
bother of another man that did what he was glad to.
Like a narcissistic rapist while he did it,
he didn’t feel bad to do you.
But this was entirely consensual due to the lack of you being menstrual.

Another thirty seconds have passed,
and at last, he’s droppin’ bodies
when heads hit the concrete,
they make a crack sound.
Time to pound on the gas
drive down the street fast, and he
hears the sirens and see’s the blue flash.
And he’s cryin’ and thinkin’
“They may not catch me,
If I drive fast enough,
They may not snatch me”
And by the while, your in a
Rich man’s penthouse, you’re not even letting the man
Rent you out because
You knew that any man that wants to kiss
a pregnant chick wouldn’t dare dismiss
a sex ad on Craigslist.
While you’re there your boy toy was unaware,
it was something the he missed.
He was just thinkin’ how can he ever escape this.
He sees the blue lights in every side of sight.
He’s thinkin’ how he loves you and wants to
give you a kiss goodnight.

So two minutes have passed.
You’re concentratin’ about getting your
bra unlatched. Another seven cruisers have been
dispatched to try to catch the scared boy that’s
drivin’ fast, his life about to be smashed. So,
he’s tryin to skim by a slim gap
between the side of a building and a cop’s
brand new ride.
His brakes are now locked in.
Skiddin’ to a hault, he realizes he’s boxed in.
You’re sprawled out on the bed that’s rockin’.
As the boy’s heart called out, you’re havin a good time,
goin’ all out.
Just a fender bender at best
and now the boy is pressed
between the seat and the air bag.
He hears the cops’ voices and their mad, sayin’
“Who’s this little punk, tryin’ to be a bad ass!?”
Now the boy grasps the facts, that whatever he does
they’ll be quick to react.
He realizes, they’re gonna catch him.
They’re gonna snatch him.
When they tally up the crimes,
they're never gonna unlatch him.

(Part Two is in progress)