Drug Wars

In the blackest of nights

They break into houses

Rape the woman, kill the kids, steal the money

No one tried to stop them, no one heard them

Couches in front of doors

Glass bottles in front of coaches

Nightmares of breaking glass

Leave you awake hoping

After six weeks of following, she disappeared

To her family she is everything

To the people, a statistic

To them, a number with a lot of zeros

Is that Cadillac?

You should hide that

Drive around these street

You’re asking to get jacked

A black bag full of his pieces

Left on his momma’s front steps

Can there be a worst way

To discover your son’s death

They wanted your car, you gave it to them

They wanted your money, you gave it to them

They wanted your son, and you begged with every tear

They granted your pleas, now they are good people

The thunder at night no longer wakes

Ropes on bridges don’t surprise

Numbers are no longer news

How do you adjust to this way of life?