Blind Boy

[You don’t know me...]

But I see you, boy.

You think you have

Power, strength, steel,

When all you have

Is a vicious demon

In your hands

That’ll deliver your death

Before ever having the chance

To pull the damn trigger.

[Better to die fighting...]

So self-righteous and asinine,

Thinking fear

Is a formidable force;

When it’s just a breakwater

To your breakdown

As you break down

The untainted youth,

Finally freeing the foolish tides

Locked away in your

Scared, scarred, little mind.

[Look, the kid just got in the way...]

If you’re not cindered

By blind bullets,

You’ll walk through hell’s hallways

And dark cellblocks,

Wearing nothing numbers

On your cool crewneck,

Hoping some hardened thug

Doesn’t break you down.

[I’m not scared...]

It’s never too late

To drop that .38 caliber.

Open your eyes.

I trust you want to live—

So live, man. Live.