For a block of ice, the hard part
----- is not losing your cool,
our interactions lack the chill
----- not to react to words,
reactions to heated language
----- cause us to light a match,
arguments flare up, to burn down
----- the forest for the trees,
burn the world to the ground, I say,
----- and let nothing remain,
lightning would do the trick, to watch
----- the earth turn to desert,
our emotions get in the way,
----- the block of ice dissolves,
call me what you want, I don't care,
----- I stay cool in the heat,
killers don't knock at the front door,
----- they barge right in to drink,
of course, bullets, without a name,
----- don't care whom they murder,
forget the intended target,
----- the shooter shoots to kill,
indifferent to aunts and uncles,
----- to fathers and mothers,
countless lives lost in the city
----- to inaccuracy,
even if you hit your target,
----- the bullets love to fly,
today, the first day in July,
----- how many gonna die,
heat wakes me up after five hours,
----- I gotta write this shit,
even if I don't, bullets fly,
----- they seek trajectory,
humble inside the box, they feel
----- our heat, our touch, our hate,
answers to problems come with work,
----- attending to details,
remaining nonchalant, I take
----- care of business, my way,
direct, calm, cool, and collected,
----- unlike a block of ice,
pity the criminals who know
----- not whom they seek to harm,
ask the hard question, why murder,
----- the penalty of death,
remember the bullets seek flight,
----- they don't care about pain,
take this, the first day in July,
----- who is not gonna die,
if I have bigger fish to fry,
----- don't get upset with me,
see me laughing on the inside,
----- your words won't make me melt,
no one understands the effort,
----- it takes to understand,
only the bullet feels the joy
----- of flight, a projectile,
take this, the first day of July,
----- who will live, who will die,
little can be done, violence
----- reigns supreme in summer,
on this day, we break bread, we eat
----- together in silence,
simply a trick to honor peace,
----- we sit at the table,
in the heat of summer, we set
----- the house ablaze with love,
no one can stop me from loving
----- in the face of terror,
given this moment, we must seize
----- the opportunity,
yesterday, I woke up in bed
----- to my awakening,
only, I still have many miles
----- to go, to run on earth,
until I fully awaken,
----- we all suffer this plight,
remember my actions of past,
----- I must resolve the pain
caused by my harm, my lack of love,
----- I must account my past,
only when I am all alone,
----- running late in the night,
only then do I remember
----- the harm I caused others,
left with little time remaining,
----- I seek the joy of flight.
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