At Some Point You Get Tired!

There is that threshold that everyone gets to
We call it the point of no return
When the boiling point erupts
When we have reached the last straw
And our senses cannot be discerned

When we call upon Jesus
When we reach out to family and friends
When we have no choice
And our livelihood we must defend:

When he walks through the door
Drunk off his azz,
Yelling and screaming
At the top of his lungs
For his dinner he asks,
But that’s not what he really wants
So he throws the plate of food at you
And Tells you to “lick it up you filthy cunt”
And as you pick up the debris
With your back to his frame
He persists to bombard you with degrading names
So you stand and face him
And an over powering blow connects with your face
To him you are a disgrace
And he continues to berate
Abuse you blow by blow
Till the blood is dripping
Mixing with tears
And you are sick and tired
He asks you if you want more
And your answer is No more!

At some point you get tired!

Here you are sitting in the corner
You’ve just copped an ounce from the key
By giving head to some unknown man in the alley
You’ve spent the grocery money
You’ve stolen from your family
Your kids are now a ward of the state
An though you smile at the syringe
Nothing is really funny
Your friend sitting next you seems to be sleeping
And you dare not wake her
For the next hit is yours for the keeping
So you insert the narcotic
Directly into your blood stream
Feels so good you wanna scream
And you drift off into a drug induced sleep
You wake up to sirens wailing
You rise and turn with your clothes dangling
Your ready to run cause the cops are surveying
And you want her to come on it’s definitely time to go
But she is not moving
The foam on her lips is oozing
So you try her pulse
And your brought back to reality
And realize someone inches from you
Has died from using
You say to yourself…No More

At some point you get Tired!

You are young at heart
Your parents have done their part
And you are living life to the fullest
You are damn fine
Every night you are with a dime
Your pockets seem phat
You’ve put on a great act
And you’re on the starting five in this game.
Yes you are the fastest
You sleep with many women
With no regards of what your killin
And the casualties of your war
You’ve left behind,
While you were laid up, smoking weed
And just chillin
The courts are now callin,
the cops have come knockin
letters are filling your mailbox
and children are screaming daddy’s name.
At your last monthly visit
to the community clinic
the doctor returned your test results
now as you left the doctor’s office
you begin think back and reminisce
of all the women you’ve slept with
and at that moment you see their lives in a catapult
The feelings you’ve hurt
The emotions you’ve broke
The tattered rags you’ve left behind
The lives you’ve changed
The babies you’ve fathered
And it suddenly dawns on you
That a murderer you are
For killing innocent lives
Yes all of those women
If currently breathing
Are now living Martyrs.
For you and them…NO More!

At some point you get Tired!

Dressed scantily clad
You know you’re the ish
Heading off to your underage party
All your girls gonna be there
And your parents think you’re at a sleepover, I might add
You walk through the door and all eyes on you
Some people you know and those you don’t know you
A friend hands you a drink
High octane potent liquor
Another hands you some pills
Which you pop with a flicker
The music is hittin hard
Your body begins to gyrate
Your movement is fluid
Azz poppin into the next state
In the center of the floor
Moving in-sync with the beat
You are the center of the circle
Of guys that think your fly
You misinterpret their looks as simple infatuations
When it fact it’s deadly lust in their eyes
At the break in the cadence
A break in the rhythm
A scent infiltrates your senses
A mixture of trees and incense
So you head over to the session
To grab a few hits
You know the moniker
Puff puff give
Swirlin you are, Alive
On top of the world
Being touched, being caressed
Being groped, being grabbed
Your heart beat is racing
Your beginning to get stressed
Something’s not right
What’s happening
You black out…

You awake the next morn
Fly gear no longer adorned
Pain between your thighs
Your now thinking back about last night’s high
You pull back the coverings
And the circumference of the blood circle
Has you really afraid
You swing your legs over the side
And there next to the empty bag of purple
Evidence of last night’s tactics…
12 used up prophylactics.
Along with the intense overwhelming feeling of violation
You’re at a crossroads with your next decision
Call your parents, call the police, or shut down
The one part in you that you loved the most
Do you let freedom live in you
Or kill it and make it a ghost
Only to haunt you
There is one thing you do know, one thing that is sure
Never again…No More.

At some point you get Tired.