moma always told me i was crazy
she aint never told me im amazing
but the b! tch said im bad
and i said no b! tch im rad
got out my gun and shot her ass
POW POW POW
not once
not twice
but 3 times
the second it hit her skin
and went into her flesh
noone ever blessed
instead they left me
cops locked me
people feared me
christians exorcised me
and for the rest of my life
they laughed at me
jason carter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/murder-has-consequences/
