I am the hole that holds long, lost forgotten souls of the young and the innocent
I am the place where the criminals and drug pushers lie when their deeds catch up to them
I am subject to the tears cried on the dirt that covers me
I am freedom to the gunman held captive by the devil, now released to his true home
Armstrong is meh boy! He does give me real business
I welcome with open arms anyone who visits me
When my name is called in a room the whole place does get quiet
Grave…
De limin spot for all who misbehave and don’t live their life right
Some people like they does try to party by me for spite
And others like to send people unjustifiably to me
But I won’t turn them away
Your body is my buddy
Society is made up so that my dancehall will always be filled to capacity
While politicians smile happily, unaffected, uncaring, unremorseful
They are supporters of my campaign you see “The FOG”
Friends of Grave
I too am not without criticism
I have done my job earnestly
But one thing eludes me
The real plague of this country
You know who I’m talking about
The big guns with the M-O-N-E-Y
They say money can’t buy happiness but apparently it could sustain life
Could keep you free from seeing me for a while
Hahahahaha but for how long?
Are you safe from me or just biding time?
I will search for you, find you and eat you alive
I am Grave
No slave am I
You live in fear, watching over your shoulder
While my minions are out there lurking, looking for their next victim
The grow colder and colder ever day
A product of their environment they are easily influenced
All it took was a sense of belonging and the promise of quick money to motivate them
Now I’m the massa
When the sun rises I crack my whip and my slaves go to work around the clock
Their job? Distribute drugs, steal, threaten, kidnap and kill
And my victims are brought to me personally thereafter
I may sound mean but I have a soft side too
I love the smell of fresh flowers :)
I particularly like white Lilies and Carnations
Don’t I lead an exciting life?
At least more so than my less popular brother Cremation
Your demise is my validation
The means by which you come to me subject to determination
You will see me eventually
But I’ve cheated the system and increased the odds of how soon
The possibility now amplified
I am Grave and just as serious