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Too Many Caskets Not Enough Tears by Poet

Seven shots kill the silent night
Jumped outta bed somethings not right.
Shots sound too close just on the next street
I was already up thinking on my feet.
Grabbed my strap cut accross the neighbors lawn
Already knowing that another homie is gone.
A rage comes over me as dark as the sky
I just keep on running not able to cry.
Seen too many closed caskets to release any tears
Urgent sirens growing closer confirming my fears.
Standing infront of the house thinkin all this over a color?
Then I see its not my homie but his babys mother.
Being rolled away on a bloody bed
No doubt about it the young beauty was dead.
Now my homie isn't cryin which sounds kind of sad
But he's lost everyone to gunsmoke even his mom and dad.
Now we all crowd in the church house without shedding a tear
And look at the preacher and act like we hear.
We all wait in suspense for the soon coming night
Even though God says two wrongs don't make a right.
We all loved that girl so we must let em know
That if they take one of ours ten of theirs must go.
Now we're rollin deep out for a cause
Don't involve the police because we make our own laws.
No worries in our minds pleanty of caskets to fill
Blank look on our faces our emotions are still.
Letting go of our anger with the twitch of a finger
Justifying it by saying what happiness this will bring her.
But we need no reason to do what we do
After this is over we'll still be fighting about red and blue.
There's too many caskets and not enough tears
And we visit graves saying prayers that fall on dead ears.
We laugh and talk about the things they used to do
Then think who will be next? one of them or maybe you?
My tears have been reduced as caskets have grown in size
And I no longer wait for the smoke to clear to see who's alive.
I just pitch in my money for a box
then I go and dig up the gage
And look to a chemical to suppress my rage.