Was Drop Of The Month January 2006.

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*Marcus sits in his hotel room logging onto his computer to receive his next assignment. What he read devastated him, he closed the top of his computer and sat in thought…*

Today was an ordinary day nothing different from any other
Except my next mission was in the interest of my own mother
She was to go to court n testify to a crime, my boss to rest in side
Jail I find that the polygraph he took it was a test that lied
Put to rest my pride n bury emotions into a mental tomb?
Or save my mother, the lady that loved me since I birthed the womb
What curse I choose will result in some form of death
So torn I left in a rage, to get paid I must remove the core of her breath

*Scene switches to Marcus gathering his 9mm being tucked into the back of his pants w. an extra clip and picking up a large case that had a slot for his laptop and a slot underneath of it for his sniper rifle to be placed. Marcus leaves his room and takes a cab to his mother’s estate.*

The nerves are hitting, tried to say thanks to the cab driver
But my words were splitting, my mother I had to find her
Had to end this before I had second thoughts every second brought
Immense pain and strain on my heart before the wrecking starts
Stepping so hard my steps echoed to the next door neighbors
Checking my watch I’m behind schedule so upset I labored
Is she even home, because I left a favor deaths own flavor
Is bittersweet enough to make you choke on your thoughts
Maybe if I trip the alarm I can hope for the cops
And not have to go through this, *deep breath* I must do it
And ever so fluid I jumped the bushes with out making a sound
It’s like I landed on cushions without breaking the ground
As I settle in my spot I start taking my rounds n getting ready
Anchored the gun to take aim I’m going to be hitting steady
Took aim and got ready to fire, ahh shit she had company
My breath expired as my chest bruised from my heart thumping me
Like it was my heart punching me, is this my omen to let her live?
Maybe I can make it look like a suicide on overdosin sedatives

*Scene turns to Marcus going into the house. He didn’t want his mother to know it was him, but he had no choice but to lure her away from company.*

I saw my mother’s friend Dave, pulled out my 9 n put 1 in his brain
Died before he hit the ground there’s 2 more I must leave slain
Shot my sister Sarah in the throat soon she would choke
On her own blood, or from my loan slug one could hope
It would soon be over because it felt like the room was 50* colder
Clipping me in the shoulder I saw it was my brother he seems bolder
Soon I left him pistol whipped from the pistol grip with his skull cracking
Walked through the hall masking myself with a bit of a dull laughing
I paused backing, but charged ahead pulling a knife from my sock
Gripped the door with the form of a metaphor, my life was on lock
So I steadily bashed it open my past is showin as I gripped this bitch
And made an incision so smooth it was like her skin slit her wrists
She dropped to the ground screaming and twitching as Gods fist gripped her
Then happiness stuck my eyes as I realized it was my mom’s twin sister

*Marcus dialed 911 and left the phone off the hook as he rushed out the house. He hoped this would be ploy enough for them to pay him and think his mom was dead so she could testify. So he hid out in his hotel room until the case was over*

As Marcus sat in the darkest of rooms soon more hardships would loom
He heard a knock on the door then a man barged in the room
Took a long look, threw a bag at his feet, it looked coated in a syrup texture
Opened n saw his mother’s head heard a gun cock and then “Your up next sir”

*Bang*