For The Kings


The gun in his hand he just wants to quit
Voices in his head calling him a piece of shit
All he wanted was a chance at happiness
But out here happiness and his color don’t mix
His girl texting and blowing up his phone
Little does she know she’s about to be alone
A second later the all the thoughts and voices get blown
Now he’s on his way home
Another future lost to society
Another spirit finally free
Another soul that can finally be
Another brother with no identity

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