Stay Silent when the Wind Blows

My pen be flame, but will it burn into tomorrow
the stories be popping, just like the guns of Richie Harlow

Blazing away, as I record, the glory days of the ghetto
His feet was hanging, from the sky beam
when they let go

Motivated from the sorrows, pushed a kid to be a klepto
When they tracked'em down, he was found dead
with a slit throat

How much blood did he choke
before somebody called the po po
locate his parents, somebody has to pass the info

Lights start flashing, through the neighborhood windows
I watch from a distance, when I slowly lit the indo

Move like a ghost, don't say nothing
just pretendo, cause you can be next
stay silent when the wind blows

Written By: Desia Scales (Alien Artform)