If Only Looks Could Kill

If only looks could kill Then your presence would be inevitable The time it takes for you to wake and bake Can only lead to the end of your fate I have this problem about not being able to listen to what my brother has to say But his problem is all about money’s sake Man, how I wish I could help him But not only him, but my mother and father as well We as kids do too much that need too much that lead to working too much to find a way to get paid And even though they tell us not to worry and live out our dreams, They just don’t know that I can’t sleep at night; therefore, I have no real dreams Only ambition to sleep stories I produce in the daytime With one of them being that by March, I can get enough auditions to help us get by But my brother… my brother has his own ambition, His own dreams to be fulfilled And if he’s not careful, Then that revenge will be so sweet that they have to lick the gun when they are done. If only looks could kill Then our victim would be dead on eyesight With our eyes dripping of their blood I don’t wish to be in another church Full of wailing friends, crying parents and the sirens of the ambulance who arrived a little to late Or may it be that his death was a little too early… For my brothers sake, I don’t want the red sea that flows out of my eyes to be of him. Where the place that he last laid left traces of bullet wounds. Though everything happens for a reason, Everyone is in the wrong place at the wrong time And time is all we got If only looks could kill Then he would still mentally be here Then he’d be able to say no, Able to keep what he do on the low, Able to make plenty of dough to spend with his friends or on some cute honey he finds for the moment. I just hope that this rain cloud lifts so I can be there to help Because time is all I got And I’m running against a clock that’s being portrayed in my mind as an hour glass And with every bit of sand that drops, It will represent every second I waste on me and didn’t get the chance to help him If only looks could kill Then I wouldn’t have to put in my mind my brother being the stolen soul My brother, the creation of mother and father that puts smiles on their faces even though he gets their blood racing My brother, the roughness to another, teasing to a sister, the loving of the little brother Though everything happens for a reason, Everyone is in the wrong place at the wrong time And time is all we got The time it could take a jealous head to lead to a gun shot The time it takes for a stare to reach the aim spot, Could leave my brother, another “nigger”, killed from gun violence If only looks could kill Then ego could be more than a gun And pride could trigger something more than just the death of another “nigger” He’s not dead...yet... But I’m afraid he’s losing his life… Not only him, but the mean mugging, gang banging hot shots are losing their lives too Though everything happens for a reason, Everyone is in the wrong place at the wrong time And time is all we got If only looks could kill A sudden move could mean sudden death A sudden utter of the wrong words could be the end of your “brother” If only looks could kill In reality they do, I just hope it doesn’t happen soon. If only looks could kill