Another quick, late, Sunday night write. This tells the story of a young man always in trouble. He gets progressively worse throughout his life until he suddenly meets his death.
I created a more in-depth background about his childhood that made the story much darker, but ultimately liked the flow of this with the refrain better.
lyrics
He grew up quick
With a hickory stick
Every time he had some fun
Red bottoms fade
Part of the game
Like the barrel of the gun
Waiting on a penance
Cigarettes, cheap wine
Theft, petty crime
Innocent lashing out
Foil and pills
Fists could kill
Pounded a new route
Waiting on a penance
Juvi tattoos
Too young for blues
Or to ever know defeat
Suit and tie
Blinking eyes
On his day of release
Waiting on a penance
Smile and handshake
Grass that veiled the snake
Every step of the way (Slithering display)
Gardens of love
Gardens of war
Reaping tears he craved
Void to fill
Temporarily killed
With every waking victim
The Black inside
Could never die
Sudden aneurysm
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