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Sunday, October 02, 2005

Bang

when i say he liked to bang
i don't mean he liked to explode
though when he fires off a shot
he's driven to reload

when i say he likes to bang
i don't mean slamming pots and pans
or being wham bam thank you ma'am
like some oddly proud minuteman

when i say he likes to bang
i don't mean he likes to cut a fringe of hair
or work diligently all night
or make a loud sound in the air

No.
It's quite the quietest bang
and it's the means by which he died
push poison in the bloodstream
reaching high but barely getting by

A sharp prick
that stabs into soft flesh
and in a flash it's all over like cinderella's dress

but it didn't become a pumpkin
when the bell tolled the hour
And it wasn't the food in the joint
that left a taste so sour

Bangin crack and poppin hits
whacking blow and runny shits
what a kick - too bad he couldn't kick it
cause the whiter stuff makes him feel the most wicked

Dead on with a flush of red face in a flash
overdid a dose and dyin of a tremor heart attack
Conked out in a warm blanket
cause he misses his mommy and wish he knew who
was the man that wuz his real daddy too

Though he knew he was gifted
he was thoroughly impatient
he'd rather get a lift from the boost of his dope kit
his intravenous - yes it's true
he even banged into his penis

The sound of the end was not rat tat tat tat
or sirens from the cops drawing magnums and gats
like a boot to the head inna daze barely phased
an inconspicuus smash of an 8-ball of H

the "hot" kind as the paper says
they were quoting the cops
whatever that means no one knows
but whatever it was, he obviously couldn't stop
till he dropped.

You don't staple your TONGUE to the wall.
you DON'T saw your genitals OFF
You don't BANG
it's just something you don't do

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