Fa-Q - In They Eyes Of A Murderer

[Fa-Q]

I challenge you to guess who I'm talking about

In the eyes of a murderer, in their place of dwelling,
Their dirty shoe lace is telling, is as dirty as minds,
Never wordy as lines, written, the taste an’ smelling,
Is gone with the wind, but just in case of yelling,
He’ll be the birdie without a bee the chase is spelling,
Around the abandoned body, he sees flocks of birds,
Each talks of words, unspoken, the calm of the storm,
Shaky trigger fingers, chilled, the palm loves the warm,
The smoke mimics cigarettes, and blunts with fire ends,
Now he’s wondering what he wants with such liar friends,
Tonight, at all costs, he must survive a cold winter’s night,
His enemy was under his skin, he just had a splinter’s fight,
He sees the stars go dim, and as for the fast shooting stars,
He sees the cars slow them, hes one of the last refuting mars,
He knows when the news breaks it, he knows his culture wont shock,
That is if someone tells, he just hopes that the vultures don’t talk,

I can finally see clearly now that the pouring rain is gone,
I finally can see clearly now what that blood stain is on,
Her perfect, pale skin reflects the night’s pale moon light,
How will they react because the newspaper will soon write,
The search dogs travel the places, to try to unravel the faces,
On the policeman’s index fingers, the smell of Windex lingers,
Bees and wasps, which one hurts worst when sex stingers,
Are stinging in this neighborhood, and there’s tattle tales,
Telling like a traitor would, finding a body next to cattle trails,
Left in the dust, Nike left their unique design like footprints,
Cleft in her bust, they wonder where the body’s been put since,
There’s a stained note, kept in her pocket of the yellow rain coat,
In the eyes of the search party, the victim’s body burns lead,
Was it anger, was it passion, so quickly do solemn eyes turn red,
He is the definition of ironic, the correlation of sins and steeples,
His Feet never heal, nor his soul from walkin on pins and needles,

His-covered tracks, are dis-covered cracks, now he has court dates,
The families affected now patiently wait, as the judge report fates,
Before they kill him, the more the villain, is pleased inside a smile,
Betrayal talks kamikaze, when finally the evidence comes pouring in,
Because together ktenology, isn’t a good enough, he should be tough,
How can he honestly speak, when he sits there trying to save fascists,
His story slowly erodes each day, like rocks when each wave crashes,
And as he speaks in court, on a typical Saturday he enslaves masses,
The verdict, life behind bars, a place where he’ll never find stars,
Now he sits behind poems, behind lines in songs, he tosses and rots,
Like the bodies he buried, his tease and eyes are now crosses and dots,
He sits in the dank jail cell, where he’ll be spending the rest of his life,
Where he’ll miss freedom, miss his children and the chest of his wife,
His story in news print, he’s was caught because of the clues sent,
All I know is the population of the air capital will, sleep well tonight,
Plus I asked Satan a favor, if he and Dennis Raider will keep hell alright,

[classthe_king]

Omar

[Fa-Q]

Omar

Omar?

[Fa-Q]

Bump

[bullet_boy46]

me? lol?

[Fa-Q]

haha no it aint you bullet boy

[Weather Man]

This is good is it like a poem or something ?

[Yah-hah]

Omar

Omar?

Omar is Solace

[B.A.D.]

Holy shit

this was amazing.

[Fa-Q]

thanks alot Big Ax

[Fa-Q]

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