There is no getting over the anger, no shirking the pain
Tears fall like acid drops, continually falling, pelting my skin like rain.
Hatred has taken over my emotions, my heart has become a war zone
I want to use missiles, bombs, anything violent, I have become violent soldier clone
One day I was a Mother just biding my time
A Mother changing diapers, mashing potatoes, just standing behind the white line
A Mother learning the latest dances and songs to keep up with my sons
Now HOMICIDE and MURDER has changed a family of three into three minus one
The blood of my baby flowed freely over the streets and my comforter was covered in red
I still cannot believe that my baby , my heart, my spiritual being is dead
I want to hurt someone, I want others to feel my pain and rage
This hurt has me twisted like a lion locked in a cage
This little punk took my baby and even had the nerve to say he was sorry with tears in his worthless eyes
I cried and cried , now I am ready to fight to show my Kenny that my love for him has not died.
I want to take this battle to the supreme court, I want to be like a Klansman and see his black body swing from a tree
But my Favorite person, God is saving my soul and keeping the bastard away from me.
So in the aftermath of homicide you not only destroy one soul.
You kill a family, and never leave them whole