When Lightning Strikes

Speak with dominant hammers
as a kid surrounded by guns
drugs and recognizable cancers
so I searched for definable answers
within West Side country grammar
world broken down in multiple fractures
16 bars, Sistine art, pristine knots
mislead God’s which breeds odds
self lord and master
welcome to life after
the bastard word crafter
bumpin’ ghetto blasters
echoing His Majesty’s Laughter
basking in alpha matter
emerging from the womb with 30 tattoos
no stab wounds or clap wounds
all this gun talk and no Papoose?
that’s like a black dude growing Hitler’s mustache
packin’ gun racks
screamin’ I love crack
reality bites mics
when my lightning strikes twice

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  • Bruno Lloyd
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