Entitled "Please Don't Kill Him"

All I hear is a ​dial tone​.

I hope he's not dead.

The last thing I said to him was “Please, don't kill him.” I wonder how he died.

If it was the pills, the needle, the bullet or the knife.

We had a discussion,

And he promised me he wouldn't,

But I guess promises were meant to be broken.

Just like his clavicle bone.

Still... all I hear is ​the​ ​dial tone​.

I guess I really gotta iron my clothes.

I thought it was only a “white thing”.

I guess I was wrong.

I never knew an ounce of melanin could make a person feel so alone. But I guess between the world’s demands, and his one working hand, He could not carry the weight of the world,

While watching his own come to an end.

Still all I hear is ​the dial tone​.

He died a virgin,

But to be honest he was fucked over,

By everyone close to him like a worn-out vagina.

Now I'm trying to piece together where it all went wrong.

Life is a woman named ‘Bitchuary’.

And she would definitely stress you out, that's why you better not sign a prenup. I still can't hear anything but,

The dial tone.

He was God's greatest instrument,

But Satan opened his guitar case,

While he was sleeping and cut the cords.

Now, the song will never be finished.

All I can remember is,

The Melody of ​the dial tone​.

But now he's dead.

And yes I'm cool with the murderer.

He is my best friend.

What do you do when the victim and the perpetrator are within you? The world turned out to be too small for both of them,

Like a West Side studio apartment.

In the fetal position is where his body remained,

Nobody to hold his head in their warm hands.

I could hear the cry of every one of his ancestors,

Represented in each drop of blood that forms a pool around him. Cursing God's name because: ​“How can you let their boy die?” Still ​the dial tone​ beat like a bass drum in the background, Clammy fingers running down his lifeless body.

I saw him for the last time, and Somehow his spirit,

Shatters into a million pieces.

Giving a piece of himself to each of us.