What cheerless morning does greet
With more blood spilt upon the street,
What lacking of knowledge found
Of the victim sprawled on the ground.
Just another drive-by killing
With a life senselessly spilling
Staining the sidewalk with many a crack
As it runs to gutters in paths of black
Where many a motorist drove by
Never casting a concerned eye
To just another body laying there
And they’re much busy to care.
No officer I didn’t notice the shot
In this area that sound is soon forgot,
Too many times does it ring out clear
What difference if it’s far or near
Or if the body was once one known,
It just adds to the gloom of my home,
Yes I might mourn the life torn from her,
But what’s another death on that corner?