WHAT THE.....

The lights were faded .....the tunnel dark
The two men argued....the platform....quiet and stark
One was black, one white
One fell on the tracks, as the train came closer....as it roared into sight
I jumped down to help, the roar of the tracks crept close
Why would a white transplant just not keep on walkin
Instead of stoppin and turning to one black man from Marcy who had no interest in talkin...yo mother fucker ...keep on walkin
And when he had enough...there was no more chatter, just a need for a ladder
22 seconds he had...but heroics are rare in this city
22 seconds ....as all watched him tumble in despair
But in the end, I had to yell let go
A women screamed......no, no, no
No one helped but one...one of many
Under the ground....darkness a plenty
The man who fell looked at me with horror
His face contorted in fear..as he was desperate to hold onto his Apple..and the rest of his gear.......
Someone yelled at me....don't let go they said
As the train came in at fifty...tomorrow he'd be dead
And all that was left, was a photo, one of many....a photo of a cop holding a dead mans head!!

TO THE PPL WHO ENTERTAIN THEMSELVES WATCHING EVERYTHING I DO........FUCK, FUCK FUCK YOU....PLEASE
CAN U NOT FUCK WITH ME WHEN I WRITE.....IS THIS WHAT UR GONNA DO....CAUSE THATS JUST NOT COOL...U CAN'T ENTERTAIN YOURSELVES DOING ANYTHING ELSE.....PLEASE!

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