Category Archives: Joshua Fitzgerald

“Rapid Fire”

Floating in space describes my case

I got two blunt options, I can flee or chase

I hear voices in my head like a demon on my shoulder

He keeps telling me hell is only getting colder

Who are you trying to fool, I can see you trying to hide

You just getting by, I’m making pigs fly

I can even see your shadow

You took mine first I had to get it back

But I have to give you props

You said it to my face commonly as cops

And maybe it won’t stop, but this movement isn’t just a small little spot

I do it for the brothers that didn’t get shot

I ain’t even talking about guns

Your words take shots at our sons

With as many bullet holes as a dry sponge

recycle the water there will be none

Lights and words flash before your eye

Pain dripping from the sky

Emotions running fast

It’s the end of the play where is the cast

Hands up to show power

All they love is flower

My work here is done

Paint my body and then run