RED SEA
I got this culture, gun culture, thug culture, poor culture stuck in my head
brap brap boom boom
hundreds more dead
dead- dead- dead -dead
they can’t get no deadder than that
shiiiiiiiitttttttttttt
the sound of sirens about to give me a heart attack
ATTACK! ATTACK! ATTACK!
If those are the orders
I can only image where the orders lie
and what the orderlies sea
I mean see
there can’t be a sea in a desert where there aren’t even trees!
besides, salt cleaning the wound of people already dead wouldn’t make sense, but take everything with a grain of salt, see, or if you’d rather take it with a grain of sea salt because admit: it just makes meat tastes better. I can’t get them floating bodies out of my head though.
For there’s no sea in the desert, so how can it be that they are floating face down in red sea. Don’t make no sense! does it to you? because it doesn’t to me.
The only other time I’ve seen red water flow like that was from my steak, it wasn’t cooked properly but it still tasted great. I wonder if it’s the same for men who kill for the thrill?
I smile a polite smile at the waitress,a little more salt please.
I bit in
Red sea in a desert is still a puzzle to me
