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The Scotch-Irish Viking

Drama Tragedy Others


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The Scotch-Irish Viking

Drama Tragedy Others


Ask Questions but Shoot First

Ask Questions but Shoot First

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A gotta little rhyme, from my

time down in the ghetto.

Once upon a crime, in the

grime found in the barrio.

There lived a little boy,

and his joy was life.

Many came a ploy, to

destroy and cause him strife.


Early in the morning, there was

bullets flyin 'everywhere.

Was no time for yawning, gotta

crawl the hell right outta there.

Could'a rode the backs of roaches,

stampeding from the light.

Survival mode, as death encroaches

a boy too young to fight.


The aftermath, a backyard

bloodbath.

Two dogs dead,

to the little boy's horror.


A father's wraith, Time to teach

some math.

Their .22's against a new .44


Biker Party's. Speed and Bacardi.

The life that harms people everyday.

Home made Harley's. Weed and

Bob Marley. Tryin' to get through

another day.


What will it be man...

Which will come first.

The back of a moving van

or the back of a hears.

It takes a lot of blood to

quench the big city's thirst.

Wait for the thud. Ask

Questions but Shoot first.


He did a little time, lost his mind

one day when he saw crimson.

A friend turned snitch and dropped

a dime, he did nine long months and

then some.

I woman stole his heart, that was the

start, when she had taken away the

man's daughter.

His world fell apart, from the fiery darts

of the evil things that she taught her.


Early in the morning there's a

knock upon the motel door.

Fell behind in child support, now

get down on that ghetto floor.

He can't get employment, they

impede the need to drive.

It's like they get enjoyment outta

watching people scratch to survive.


The aftermath. A whole new career

path. 

Try to stay fed,

In this hunger games war.

Don't be daft, there's nothing

to laugh about.

The ghetto is right outside everyone's door.


He can't hardly, trust nobody.

He knows how they charm people everyday.

With every heartbeat. Another defeat.

Some other fool has gone and thrown their

own life away.


What will it be man?

Did you come in peace?

I got my finger on the trigger

'Cause there's just too many thieves.

I know shit is tough,

but this has got to be the worst.

When life gets rough,

Ask Questions but Shoot First.


What will it be man?

Which will come first?

Come up with a better plan,

Or plan on a hears.

It takes a lot of blood to quench

Insatiable thirst.

What for the thud. Ask Questions

but Shoot First.


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