Hoodie days
Dude on the corner, dirty finger nails, where he always stands
Gun on his waist, pockets dirty with money in rubber bands
Hoodie over his head covering his face
Eye contact made if enough space
He felt grey was the color to match his mood
He stalked the block and brooded
Like the woman following her man in Afghanistan
Only eyes visible
Suffering in heat so miserable
Disabling senses
It's the days and nights she rocks hoodies over her head
Like American p.o.w.'s
When they are on the verge of dead
Begging and pleading for their life
Tear drop stained pages, confessions of love to the wife
The hoodies are the same trap in disguise
Covering the fears in their eyes
As well as the minds sin
You never know where the hoodie days end and begin.
Dude on the corner, dirty finger nails, where he always stands
Gun on his waist, pockets dirty with money in rubber bands
Hoodie over his head covering his face
Eye contact made if enough space
He felt grey was the color to match his mood
He stalked the block and brooded
Like the woman following her man in Afghanistan
Only eyes visible
Suffering in heat so miserable
Disabling senses
It's the days and nights she rocks hoodies over her head
Like American p.o.w.'s
When they are on the verge of dead
Begging and pleading for their life
Tear drop stained pages, confessions of love to the wife
The hoodies are the same trap in disguise
Covering the fears in their eyes
As well as the minds sin
You never know where the hoodie days end and begin.
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