The Tree in Front of Me
There's this tall tree
That shelters me
From the heat
His canopy is much older
Than everyone on the Hill
Today, it stands still
And as silent as it can be
I look at it, but I swear
It never wants to share
What it has heard or
what it has seen
Meanwhile, at the bank
Another drug dealer
A soul stealer
Walks in
With two women
Wearing 8" heels
Bling is their thing
Showing off their short skirts
Long legs and his
Blood stained dollar bills
There's no escaping
The hell I see
Maybe, just maybe
Tomorrow
The tree may finally
Wave back at me