Dark Poetry

Take a ride on the dark side and read some chapters from the Book of Dark Poetry! #brucedrucker #gothicrap #killag #darkpoetry Dark Poetry Verse1 Ok Now, but this story; Is rated G, for Gory; In this town, with no glory; Every one, around, was phony; And then there, was Corey; Who lived in this town lonely; He was lost, like Dory; Until he found, Dark Poetry; Then Corey, was inspired; He was tired of being sick and tired; Grabbed a pocket knife, and a lighter; Then headed off to school with the liers; At lunch time, when the class ate; All they heard, was the sound of how a glass breaks; There was Corey, and some classmates; All taken out there lighters at a fast pace; Hold on Teacher, don’t take no step; We just burned these books, we should burn you next; For being a puppet, and teaching this text; When you filtered out knowledge, you created this mess; Verse 2 Now calm down, next story; Now this is the one about Lori; Poor Lori, was like poor me; She wished that she never joined the army; She used to hide out, in libraries; To take her mind off of the kids that she barried; She’s has a real heart, and its sorry; Next thing, she found Dark Poetry; Then one night, while they sleepin; Lil Lordi grabbed her gun and got to creepin; She broke in, where they keep in; All the mother’s that they captured on the weekend; Right by them, were the children; Left orphans, due to all the killin; She released them, She freed them; But the Army had the drop, on where to meet them; Chill out Lori, don’t you move! We got a sniper on deck, and he’ll shoot them too; Then Lori held up, her phone as proof; We on Facebook live, take my life on the news; Verse 3 Now relax, last story; Heres one about a cop yea the police ; And the man’s name, was Maurice; 2 years on the force, making no peeps; Making no sounds, standing by weak; He condones the abuse, from his colleagues; The profiling, he could never see; Until he found Dark Poetry; And then one day, on a car ride; His partners stopped some kids from the south side; Even cops steal, when its hard times; And he picked an easy target cus they dark guys; His partner says, please step outside; I can smell the weed, plus you ran a stop sign; But the kids knew, they were robbed twice; About to be another victim to a cop heist; Now hold on partner, you can’t rob them kids; Maurice got the gun out, close to his ribs; If I stand back and let you, abuse your power; I’ll be judged, just as you, in my darkest hour; LAST: Now good night, go to sleep; Close your eyes, and enter your dreams; When you wake up, you will know peace; And can pass on the book of Dark Poetry