When fists are clenched so goddamned tight
how can I hold thoughts, much less a pen to write?
What solace could my words possibly provide
against the millions of pistols at your side?
what good is puffed up politicking
when some just need an old fashioned ass-kicking?
why should I have to articulate
why it’s wrong to systematically lynch and assassinate?
I’d be careful if I were you
cuz all other options have been tried, and I’m through.