Passion Provocation

Passion provocation
He was provoked
She cheated, broke his heart
He should cut her throat
Or shoot her in the heart
O his heart
Ached
Trying to mask the pain he blew
He was baked
He drunk and spilled the Ace
All over his clothes
He ain’t care
Lord knows
What was on his mind
He ain’t even
know
He just felt pain
Rage
The efficacy of the cocaine
Had him feeling murderous
Her deceit would be the
Impetus
For him snapping her neck
Passion provocation
He was provoked
She betrayed him, stabbed him in the back he should sell her into a
Cult
Or into prostitution
OH his institution
Was flat
He waited and watched the door
He set back
On the couch
What would he do
What would he do
When she entered this
House
He spilled powder on
His clothes
He ain’t care
Lord knows
What was on his mind
He ain’t even
Know
He was high and
His heart was
Pumping toxins to
His brain
Haze, Ace and
Cocaine
The efficacy of the
Drugs
Had him squeezing the
Knife and the
Gun
Her insidiousness would be the
Impetus
For him gunning and knifing
Her down

Passion Provocation
He was provoked
She crossed him played with his mind
He should hang her with
A rope
Or tie her to the tracks of a train
Oh the pain
Ran through his body
He popped pills
He was nodding
He had patience
He would
Wait
He wanted to see
Wanted to see her
Face
He spilled the pills
All over his clothes
He ain’t care
Lord knows
What was on his mind
He ain’t even
Know
His body was becoming
Numb
And his heart was beating
Like a drum
The efficacy of the
Liquor
Had him feeling like
A killer
Her treachery would be
The impetus
For him drowning her
Passion provocation
He was provoked
Her infidelities took his soul
He should O-D her
Shoot her with dope
Or throw her in front of moving truck
Oh his guts
We’re twisted
The liquor he sipped, the bud he puffed, the pills he popped
The coke
He sniffed it
He was fucked up, so fucked up
He spit up all over
His clothes
He ain’t care
Lord knows
What was on his mind
He ain’t even
Know
He ain’t feel nothing
His heart stopped pumping
The efficacy of everything
Had him seeing Satan
Her faithlessness would be the
Impetus
For him kicking her off of a roof
Passion provocation
He was provoked
Into killing himself
Popped too many pills, drunk too much Ace, snorted too much
Coke
And blew too much bud
Oh he was done
Dead
Where would he go, where would he live
He defecated in his
Clothes
He ain’t care
Lord knows
What was on his mind
He ain’t even
Know
He was dead
Heaven or hell
The efficacy of the mixture
Had him seeing a different picture
Her disloyalty was the
Impetus
For his death
The End