War

Like a chess player, commander of the throne.
The boss called yesterday saying that the beef is on.
We sent in our bitches, till one was accepted.
Now we at the back door of our enemies hood, undetected.
Popping up our trunks, full of molly cocktails.
Burning down everything, like a living hell.
One of our boys was hit with a thirty round clip.
On our knees, hands in the air.
Presenting our offerings to the Lord, to take care of our man up their.
Spirits fly and some may fall. Pulling out their hood like the game called.


Inspired by Beyonce Knowles Carter.

Written and created by Derrick Anderson.    

The End.