Down On The Docks

It's late at night and the rats are feasting on a body. It's a man's body. He has a large knife sticking out of his chest. I spotted him there and slowly walked around. Searching for killers to kill. There's no other way. I hear footsteps behind me. I wait. The maniac turns the corner and earns a hole in his chest. Goodnight,rats. I put my gun away and go home.

The End

The Dick In The Hood

The black dick walked the street. It was a bad street. He was fittin' to bust a cap in a punk's ass. No doubt. Guns in hands,hands in pockets. Punk stepped up,took a shot. Got shot. A lot.

One Night

Nighttime in the city. Down on the street,the crooks operate. Taking advantage of the foolish and the weak. Not tonight. I pull out my gun and take back the street. Sleep in peace. If you can sleep with all the gunfire.