Death Ranch- Dog House
What the Hell!
Can you not tell
MJ said it best
In peace may he rest
Success, fame and fortune
they’re all illusions
All deaths by drugs
so an accurate conclusion
Deep sleep on the floor
From a mansion to a brothel
Can’t be led by reason
narcotic makes him docile
white and pink spilling from his mouth and his nose
twice called champion
“911,” called the hoes
Too tall for airlift
now too short on time
Trying to climb up
to avoid the sublime?
half knowing, half surprised
now he fights for his life
real issues undisguised
Hard to believe that the ones who “have it all”
could ever have “real problems”
until we see them fall
Why is it hard to take when we’ve seen it before?
We want to reach the place where we will want no more.
A place where we can rest and chill
Be free from strife and friction
Surely coin is the gate that leads us there
In this our judgement of conviction
Mind boggled cuz he reached the place
Gold-plated promised land
Sensory faculty on- illuminates
truth- he’s wholly human.
Didn’t even know I cared so much but hoping this divine, young, talented and troubled soul has a chance to trade Beauty for Ashes
Save Judgement and connect to the JOY and PAIN of humanity,
Light, Love, Life and Hope,