I crave pen script knowledge of a little boy Short stumpy untied shoes make me trip No meaning to the words that entitle us To scream onto the ledge of the deck Running across the floor littered with old photos Black and off white pictures with lookalike princes Our family album under my barefoot feet Swing open the door, as I run away into the street Shady business behind the windows of the neighbors They surround how we live and live they do with drugs Hugs punctured with needles, their smiles have changed From perfectly beautiful unto beauty perfectly lost Further to church on foot then car of a foe A tied back ribbon brought here from her dreams Jesus appointed each of us; a loyal person to go My angel was corrupted I can still hear the screams Stumbling in the dark upon this never ending road Sharp turns lead to ended lives and soon recognized deaths These eyes witnessed the worst of him the foe Next time I shall stay home and skip this wrath This blinding truth can burn holes in you Stand up for your right to breathe this air Look around before you step outside tomorrow For no man knows truly what be waiting for him out there