At My Own Funeral
The Funeral
I stand as a ghost, saddened. Staring & my closed casket.
So tragic that I see my foes laughing in row five.
I grow maddened seeing tears stream from mom’s closed eyes.
I was grown in havoc & went down the right road to die.
I feel cold inside, could do right but never chose to try.
I chose to lie - the life of crime was sold to I. .
Me. . Us. . My crime family berthed me then earthed me?
Can’t say that doing wrong never irked me, when the smirks fleed.
Hurting the innocent hurt me. Us: tough guise, certainly.
I watched friends mourn, & my funeral taking place.
I hear her tint is warm, as my wife sings Amazing Grace.
Death, the scent is strong, as I cock back & raise the eight.
A ghost, watching my own family morn
My mother crying: "he cannot be gone."
The Car Bomb
The don was in the hospital dying, & I was next in line.
Sad, but I would be new boss, so It was the best of times.
I couldn’t regret the crimes that made me the next to shine.
The Boss’s death was coming. I didn’t know, but next was mine.
See, my right hand man, Al, was plotting to take my place.
I raised that snake, but now he wanted to make my grave -
Take my reins, & run the family when the don passed.
Times of loyalty & friendship had gone, fast
Thinking back, I suck in one long gasp.
The C4 under the driver’s seat was hard to notice.
Lost in memories of that bomb make it hard to focus.
I heard the engine start on my Benz, then the car exploded. .
A ghost, watching my own family morn
My wife crying: "he cannot be gone."
The Cappo
A cappo overheard Al laughing about planting the C4.
He came to me before I hopped through the driver’s seat door.
He spilled the info to me, so I needed to take recourse.
I ‘d loved the last few week & I needed to see more.
I told a bodyguard to start the car & I left the state.
Al assumed his body was mine, so he rested safe.
The casket’s closed, body burned, so no one could test the face.
. . .I told no one my plot, so even my mother & wife are here
At my funeral, but then . . I appear. .
Al’s face shows he’s reached the heights of fear
That's nothing though. . I’ll make him hurt more'
I raise my gun & blow his brains on the church floor.
The city is mine.
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