11. Ray Ray’s Dead
Ray Ray's dead at sweet sixteen
down the grass end of millionaire street
Saint Paul cliffs in 10 more feet
barges pounding the Mississippi
face-down amazed, the bloom off his cheek
crooked like sister was tickling
RayRay's spark in his eye blown out
no butterfly kiss from his eyelash now
didn't even know, lips in an "oh,"
chrome versus chrome, his own piece fell
silver and shiny, long, wet and cold,
chamber on safety, trigger unpulled
RayRay's uncovered laying down there still
on grass trying hard to soak up a kill
capped by a guy with a piece concealed
YouTube play no prep for bad deals
now no one wants to go down that hill
but cross-eyed runners in sparkling heels
blades of grass keep sighing what-if
say something say something say something, lips
11. Ray Ray’s dead