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Well, you must have woke up on the wrong side of the bed today

Cause now some unfortunate people are gonna have to pay

Pace around the room, throw on some clothes,  about to have some fun

Heading for the door, grabbed the car keys, don't forget the gun

-You're too far gone, there's no turning back now

Your thoughts gone dark, letting the demons out- (pre)

-Of your mind, are you that fucked in the head?

Now you've left behind a trail of bloodshed 

Look around, everything you see is dead

No remorse, you just smile for the camera instead- (chorus)

So, as you drive around the city looking to find more prey

You're streaming it all on social media like it's a play

And you're leading the ones after you on a wild goose chase

Too bad your daddy ain't around to praise your evil ways

-You're too far gone, there's no turning back now

Your thoughts gone dark, letting the demons out- (pre)

-Of your mind, are you that fucked in the head?

Now you've left behind a trail of bloodshed 

Look around, everything you see is dead

No remorse, you just smile for the camera instead

So lock the doors and hide inside

You don't want to be next in line

11-14-22

Laying here trying to sleep.

Can't get her off my mind.

I'm falling to deep.

Her smile is contagious.

Making me blind.

This is outrageous. 

I'm running out of time. 

Bound for greatness.

Looking at the signs.

I feel so grateful.

Her beauty is a crime.

I have faith though.

One day I shall find.

The one they call beauty.

She shall be mine.

On Nights, Such as This…

By JFarrell

On nights, such as this…

The rain teems down in sheets

From a deep indigo sky

Laden with thick, heavy, ominous clouds

The lightening strikes down as serrated blades

Followed by, at first, a quiet, almost unnoticeable murmur

Which grows in depth and volume to become a deafening rumble

The only other sound

is the hypnotic sibilance of the rain

Droning out a tattoo

On nights, such as this…

Guy Fawkes and his conspirators plotted

ISIS contrive their next act of cowardice

The dark creatures feel stronger

Highywaymen held up coaches

Punks with knives rob the weak

And those that thrive in darkness feel braver

On nights, like this

Vermin are given more courage

To rob, rape, kill…..  

anything a coward thinks will make him a man

Because, the day shows the shameful, pathetic excuse for the man he really is

I'm a cop and my name is Dick Tracy.

A lot of cops are corrupt but not me.

I can't be bought just like Elliot Ness.

Because of crime, this city is a mess.

A Crime Lord runs this town and his name is Big Boy Caprice.

While he's operating, there will be no peace.

Some times I fight criminals with my fists and some times I use guns.

This town will be safe for people to live in when my job is done.

Yesterday I got in a shoot out and I killed Pruneface and Flattop.

Taking those two down means that a few of the crimes will stop.

Two months ago I brought down 88 Keys and The Blank.

Citizens are grateful for what I do, they all say thanks.

I have a wonderful family and that makes me blessed.

I have a boy named Junior and a wife named Tess.

I wear a 2-Way Wrist TV that allows me to communicate with other officers.

When I bring Big Boy to justice, the streets will be safe again, that's for sure.

Alcatraz Penitentiary is located in California in San Francisco.

It became a Federal Penitentiary about eighty years ago.

Alcatraz was the prison where Al Capone was sent.

He wasn't happy about the place where he went.

Alcatraz had four wardens, they were James Johnston, Edwin Swope, Paul Madigan and Olin Blackwell.

Machine Gun Kelly, Mickey Cohen, Robert F. Stroud and many other criminals were sent to this jail.

Alcatraz is located on an island and was believed to be escape proof.

But in 1962, three men may have shown us that that wasn't the truth.

They escaped but were presumed dead but it's possible that they survived.

Their bodies were never found, nobody knows for sure if they're still alive.

Alcatraz closed in 1963 because of high maintenance costs and a poor reputation.

This wasn't a good prison to be sent to, believe me that's no exaggeration.

Until 1934 I was a barber, that used to be my profession.

Many people are suffering because of this Great Depression.

A Gangster walked into my shop but when he left, he had to be carried.

He was responsible for many deaths and I made sure that he was buried.

I usually don't brag but this time I love to gloat.

That punk asked for a shave and I slit his throat.

He dealt in Prostitution, Gambling, Booze and Heroin.

I made sure that he couldn't do anything illegal again.

I'm not ashamed of myself even though I lost my freedom and my wife.

I saved people from that animal and a judge sentenced me to life.

I'll be locked up for the remainder of my years.

I don't regret what I did, my conscience is clear.

They were bank robbers and their names were Bonnie and Clyde.

They robbed banks in six states until 1934 when they both died.

In addition to robbing banks, they also robbed stores and service stations.

They killed thirteen people, they were dangerous and caused devastation.

In 1933 the dangerous duo teamed up with Clyde's Sister-In-Law and her husband, Buck.

Clyde's brother was killed four months later and Bonnie and Clyde soon ran out of luck.

The next year they were driving on a road in Louisiana and they didn't know they were in danger.

They were ambushed and killed by a posse that was lead by a Texas Ranger.

The posse fired one hundred and sixty-seven rounds and Bonnie and Clyde were hit fifty times.

They were deadly murderers and thieves but they ended up paying for their dastardly crimes.

You're still lost within the time
The ultimate crime
That you couldn't really hurt
but now you're gone and just inert

You try to find meaning in the days
That it wasn't just a phase
That you could just lay in the sun
and never say you jumped the gun

and you lie wide awake at night
Hard at thought, ready to write
You wrote on a piece of paper "I think this time, I'll be okay"
But you don't really know, your thoughts never stay

I feel like every single thing is like a mind game,  played and laid out for me

I can't feel a single thing, like I'm not blind, but I still can't see

What is it really? Perhaps it's not that important?

Tell me what it is, or is it just my own comportment?

I have walked in the very things I've looked down upon

What I once thought was selfish, now I too am wrong

and now there is blood all over my hand

But I have no idea why, I just don't understand

This is a complication called the human mind

Irony, double standards, hypocrisy, A place to be so blind

To wallow and loop in this thick puddle of shame

For the mistakes commited, I fairly wore the blame

Knowing is the beginning is something I suppose

It's better to learn, rather than to find it to oppose.

So I guess I'll take my feelings and throw them to the floor

I'll leave you where you originally were, trapped inside a closed door

And you can echo your goodbyes

as you embrace yourself to the ink of sheer ignorance and sighs..