Take a ride on the dark side and read some chapters from the Book of Dark Poetry! #brucedrucker #gothicrap #killag #darkpoetry
Dark Poetry
Verse1
Ok Now, but this story;
Is rated G, for Gory;
In this town, with no glory;
Every one, around, was phony;
And then there, was Corey;
Who lived in this town lonely;
He was lost, like Dory;
Until he found, Dark Poetry;
Then Corey, was inspired;
He was tired of being sick and tired;
Grabbed a pocket knife, and a lighter;
Then headed off to school with the liers;
At lunch time, when the class ate;
All they heard, was the sound of how a glass breaks;
There was Corey, and some classmates;
All taken out there lighters at a fast pace;
Hold on Teacher, don’t take no step;
We just burned these books, we should burn you next;
For being a puppet, and teaching this text;
When you filtered out knowledge, you created this mess;
Verse 2
Now calm down, next story;
Now this is the one about Lori;
Poor Lori, was like poor me;
She wished that she never joined the army;
She used to hide out, in libraries;
To take her mind off of the kids that she barried;
She’s has a real heart, and its sorry;
Next thing, she found Dark Poetry;
Then one night, while they sleepin;
Lil Lordi grabbed her gun and got to creepin;
She broke in, where they keep in;
All the mother’s that they captured on the weekend;
Right by them, were the children;
Left orphans, due to all the killin;
She released them, She freed them;
But the Army had the drop, on where to meet them;
Chill out Lori, don’t you move!
We got a sniper on deck, and he’ll shoot them too;
Then Lori held up, her phone as proof;
We on Facebook live, take my life on the news;
Verse 3
Now relax, last story;
Heres one about a cop yea the police ;
And the man’s name, was Maurice;
2 years on the force, making no peeps;
Making no sounds, standing by weak;
He condones the abuse, from his colleagues;
The profiling, he could never see;
Until he found Dark Poetry;
And then one day, on a car ride;
His partners stopped some kids from the south side;
Even cops steal, when its hard times;
And he picked an easy target cus they dark guys;
His partner says, please step outside;
I can smell the weed, plus you ran a stop sign;
But the kids knew, they were robbed twice;
About to be another victim to a cop heist;
Now hold on partner, you can’t rob them kids;
Maurice got the gun out, close to his ribs;
If I stand back and let you, abuse your power;
I’ll be judged, just as you, in my darkest hour;
LAST:
Now good night, go to sleep;
Close your eyes, and enter your dreams;
When you wake up, you will know peace;
And can pass on the book of Dark Poetry
