I cock my gun’s holster,
I am tired of being publicly scorned,
How long should I warn them?
I keep quiet and let steel do the talking,
I was respected in the nineties,
Why am I disliked all of a sudden?
I did not see it coming,
Especially from people I grew up with.
I should have slapped a fool;
When it all started.
My delay tactics have backfired.
There is no more love for a stranger,
I do not want to shed blood,
A prison garb was not meant for me,
Maybe I should end it all.