Vanilla Sky

Awake to new days, rays draining through the shades
Eyes straining, can't wipe em' though
Too afraid to see my dreams erased
Mind painting black thoughts, walking through green grass
See grey skies contrast the blue rain perfectly
Curb's hazel leaves cruise about my shoes in a rush from nothing
Wishing that the sun could intrude through the gloom
Break the ice with a brighter day, and become one soon
Monsoon Mondays groove to autumn tunes with ominous moves
Too much rain in this state of mine
It's nights deem things that shouldn't be
Like ski masks being worn on city streets
AK's and nine mils wielded by nine year olds
It's winter cold, even for ghosts that roam alone
Cloned police patrol with old beef on their souls
Holding holsters as they roll into the unknown
Family sleep at home, teem
Back of his mind he knows he could die on the job that he feeds them on
The moon shines bleak, breaks squeak at the stop signs
Creeping a low speeds, looking for low life's doing deeds accordingly
Of course it's that time of the month
Slow weeks bring a need for speed on both sides of the precinct
Exploring foreign backstreets where torn teens live ordinary dreams
Meant for more
Unfortunately all they've ever seen's been formed way before they were born
Homie still mourning over one of his
Roasting in the peak of the cold
Won't think
Never known to be weak
Strolling dolo deep
Old heat he holds' never known a receipt
They stole his close homie, lonely and young
Took out by a deputy for reaching for his piece
One he used to smoke trees out of to sort of feel free from reality
Past things that seems so close and yet out of reach
Both his friends watched him bleed as cops yelled
He didn't even get a chance to scream before he fell to his knees
Propelled shells through his Paul Bunyan fleece
Stared in awe, saw blood on his Lugz and his jeans
Still can't believe the whole thing was all over an L
Kid was meek, just walked a steep path
Wonder if knew peace
Or if he knew what love was before he left his sneakers
Homie knows now you reap what the company you keep does
Still he runs the street
Gun making his thumb swell
The only two things on his mind is a jail cell and hell
No cares, forever weep until the recoil springs relief
Street lights blink, sky dark as his heart is
Feeling empty, tryna fill the void by emptying the cartridge
On whoever caused him all of this hardship
Stopped and stared at a billion distant non-existent stars
Not far from where his right hand man and him were parted
Saw a squad car parked around the corner in the darkness
Probably some narcs, no back bones and heartless
Memories start to charge as he sparks up ganja
Gun weighing his belt
Shoulda brought that razor blade on the shelf
Hand of cards he was dealt haunting his dome
He's done playing
Ready to deal some Karma of his own
Looks at his phone no new calls at all
Only a recent one from his boy before the boys in blue killed him off
That old curb spills close into view, usual and infamous
That moment on he knew he was scarred
Scared, he used to take the long way home to avoid seeing it
Tonight was different though he took it head on with wicked intentions
Sincerely believed it was needed for him keep breathing
Situation made him blend in with the seasons
Cop didn't even see him cross the street
Flipping through pictures of his ten month old daughter and wife brought his senses some peace
He relentlessly creeping up on his six with the heat gripped
Chief on the dispatch spitting briefs
Homie close enough now to see into the front seat
His beef near complete, pulled the pistol out it's makeshift sheath
Saw the cop flip some more, watched the photos spin wild
Until his finger stopped on one showing his friend's smile
He stood tall next to a man in a uniform
Same one he was looking for, seeking revenge
The officer noticed a shadow in his rear view mirror
Homie saw his face clearer, as he turned he remembered
The same ***** in the picture standing with his dog
Seemed sort of familiar, but it was hard to tell in the dark
He put his finger on the trigger, started to squeeze but his muscles went numb
He felt sick, dropped the gun but couldn't even turn to run
Slipped and fell against the chain linked fence as the car door opened
Everything in slow motion
Wondering how he failed on something so simple
Cop that stepped into the light was the same one behind the pistol that night
He didn't pull his
Just simply said I knew him too
His father was my duty partner, K9 cruiser crew
Made a drunk stop
Son started poppin' heavy
We weren't ready
He got hit four times without a bullet proof
I got hit once in arm
Ran to the trunk and grabbed the pump
One slug turned the shooter to a rug
He was one of you, cold hearted and lost
Cost an officer his life in the line of tryna play the part
Died to protect yours from people just like yourself
Hurt and broken
Lil homie trust me I know them
He hopped inside his car and drove off in the night
Knowing that his whole life flashed right before his eyes
Homie picked himself up grabbed his strap and started to jog through fog thick as smoke
Mind racing faster then his heart
He dropped the gun in a dumpster
Slowed his run to a stop
Looked up high unto the sky, that was the night he found God.

Awake to new days, rays draining through the shades
Eyes straining, can't wipe em' though
Too afraid to see my dreams erased
Mind painting black thoughts, walking through green grass
See grey skies contrast the blue rain perfectly
Curb's hazel leaves cruise about my shoes in a rush from nothing
Wishing that the sun could intrude through the gloom
Break the ice with a brighter day, and become one soon
Monsoon Mondays groove to autumn tunes with ominous moves
Too much rain in this state of mine
It's nights deem things that shouldn't be
Like ski masks being worn on city streets
AK's and nine mils wielded by nine year olds
It's winter cold, even for ghosts that roam alone
Cloned police patrol with old beef on their souls
Holding holsters as they roll into the unknown
Family sleep at home, teem
Back of his mind he knows he could die on the job that he feeds them on
The moon shines bleak, breaks squeak at the stop signs
Creeping a low speeds, looking for low life's doing deeds accordingly
Of course it's that time of the month
Slow weeks bring a need for speed on both sides of the precinct
Exploring foreign backstreets where torn teens live ordinary dreams
Meant for more
Unfortunately all they've ever seen's been formed way before they were born
Homie still mourning over one of his
Roasting in the peak of the cold
Won't think
Never known to be weak
Strolling dolo deep
Old heat he holds' never known a receipt
They stole his close homie, lonely and young
Took out by a deputy for reaching for his piece
One he used to smoke trees out of to sort of feel free from reality
Past things that seems so close and yet out of reach
Both his friends watched him bleed as cops yelled
He didn't even get a chance to scream before he fell to his knees
Propelled shells through his Paul Bunyan fleece
Stared in awe, saw blood on his Lugz and his jeans
Still can't believe the whole thing was all over an L
Kid was meek, just walked a steep path
Wonder if knew peace
Or if he knew what love was before he left his sneakers
Homie knows now you reap what the company you keep does
Still he runs the street
Gun making his thumb swell
The only two things on his mind is a jail cell and hell
No cares, forever weep until the recoil springs relief
Street lights blink, sky dark as his heart is
Feeling empty, tryna fill the void by emptying the cartridge
On whoever caused him all of this hardship
Stopped and stared at a billion distant non-existent stars
Not far from where his right hand man and him were parted
Saw a squad car parked around the corner in the darkness
Probably some narcs, no back bones and heartless
Memories start to charge as he sparks up ganja
Gun weighing his belt
Shoulda brought that razor blade on the shelf
Hand of cards he was dealt haunting his dome
He's done playing
Ready to deal some Karma of his own
Looks at his phone no new calls at all
Only a recent one from his boy before the boys in blue killed him off
That old curb spills close into view, usual and infamous
That moment on he knew he was scarred
Scared, he used to take the long way home to avoid seeing it
Tonight was different though he took it head on with wicked intentions
Sincerely believed it was needed for him keep breathing
Situation made him blend in with the seasons
Cop didn't even see him cross the street
Flipping through pictures of his ten month old daughter and wife brought his senses some peace
He relentlessly creeping up on his six with the heat gripped
Chief on the dispatch spitting briefs
Homie close enough now to see into the front seat
His beef near complete, pulled the pistol out it's makeshift sheath
Saw the cop flip some more, watched the photos spin wild
Until his finger stopped on one showing his friend's smile
He stood tall next to a man in a uniform
Same one he was looking for, seeking revenge
The officer noticed a shadow in his rear view mirror
Homie saw his face clearer, as he turned he remembered
The same ***** in the picture standing with his dog
Seemed sort of familiar, but it was hard to tell in the dark
He put his finger on the trigger, started to squeeze but his muscles went numb
He felt sick, dropped the gun but couldn't even turn to run
Slipped and fell against the chain linked fence as the car door opened
Everything in slow motion
Wondering how he failed on something so simple
Cop that stepped into the light was the same one behind the pistol that night
He didn't pull his
Just simply said I knew him too
His father was my duty partner, K9 cruiser crew
Made a drunk stop
Son started poppin' heavy
We weren't ready
He got hit four times without a bullet proof
I got hit once in arm
Ran to the trunk and grabbed the pump
One slug turned the shooter to a rug
He was one of you, cold hearted and lost
Cost an officer his life in the line of tryna play the part
Died to protect yours from people just like yourself
Hurt and broken
Lil homie trust me I know them
He hopped inside his car and drove off in the night
Knowing that his whole life flashed right before his eyes
Homie picked himself up grabbed his strap and started to jog through fog thick as smoke
Mind racing faster then his heart
He dropped the gun in a dumpster
Slowed his run to a stop
Looked up high unto the sky, that was the night he found God.

I assume this is rap. But it's long enough to make two songs out of it.

It's whatever you want it to be I guess. Thanks for the critique? Lol

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