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Numb to the murder

Walkin down the street
Watchin ma back ta make sure I'm alone
Fingerin the .45 in ma pocket
With a smile in ma eyes.
Shots ring out through the air
And ma heart dont even skip a beat
It's like Im numb to the killin;
a normal part o ma life.
How long did it take fo it all
ta spin outta control
and throw me out on the streets
to kill fo a livin.
I'm livin in heaven
while im livin in hell
watchin ma back
and killin ta stay alive.

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Written May 11th, 2006

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  • Wayne Leon Learmond
    September 7, 2006
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    Fantastic write

    Brilliant poem. This is 'Real Life' for a lot of people nowdays. It is kill or be killed. This poem is frightening as well, because it is so matter-of-fact. Like it happens everyday ( which it does )

    Human life is nothing now. And we are nothing but cannon-fodder for the authorities to clean up. Your poem gives an excellent insight into everyday living, on the streets today. And it is chilling in its simplicity. Fantastic write.


  • Kram
    August 30, 2006
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    aM i INA sMOKE NOT CLEAR , yet some idea comes to mind