Cry Along With Me (Epic Trilogy)

by: Kosal Khiev

Act I

Stark mad are my delusions of peace.
These streets are ruled by guns and drugs.
Slugs that tugs at flesh,
and rips through chests in these projects infested slums.
Come and witness what I see.
Every day I pray,
But God apparently ignores my pleas.
There’s only misery ahead of me.
I brace myself and wait for impact.
My back’s broken.
From the weight of the world,
And I’m hoping these burdens will ease up from these shoulders.
Nothing is more colder when a body goes into shock.
Wide-eyed, blood-shot, frantic breathing,
The block taped up with caution.
A mother is pleading for her son’s wound that’s bleeding.
Throwing curses to God, doctors, and nurses,
WHY do WE continue to hurt US!
Death has no purpose.
So let me give some meaning in these verses before they murder us.
I shall further explain.
My pain shall never more endure in vain.
God is coming,
And I anticipate to dissect his brain.
Why we were born to suffer because the color of our skin.
A Khmer man in a foreign land with so much pressure to sin.
So who wins and loses?
The Devil’s road is ruthless.
The truth is.
It’s hard when the odds are stack against us.
Plus stuck on welfare.
I sold drugs to make the game fair while breathing polluted air.
Nobody cares!
The fact remains, the change is slow.
Too many people are dying, but no body knows.
Pain runs deep in these streets.
The world sleeps and I weep.
Long nights alone with only faith to keep me strong.
Hope for a brighter tomorrow.
How can that be I question when sorrows are drowned through an empty bottle.
Full throttle I smash on an empty highway.
Doing 95 while high sipping tangeuray.
Don’t care if I die!
My soul will rise towards a place where Angels fly.
Finally coming into the light.
Don’t have to cry any more
Or worry about being poor.
I finally made it through Heaven’s doors.
God saved me and plucked me from the Devil’s shores.

So cry along with me.
My tears flow freely now.
It gotta get easier somehow.
Pray that I can see through these dim clouds.
Cause I continue to sit in darkness looking out.
So cry along with me.

Stranded
Beached on white sands.
Breath smelled of liquor.
No quicker to understand that Heaven has no place for the damned.
Man it’s cruel world.
I feel the need to hurl.
Chunks of flesh I’ve consumed.
Some where inside of me hides a pearl.
Living in delusion that my girl still loves me.
Got to admit Gee.
This shit is real.
I speak upon a new dawn for a new age.
Where ghetto thugs bust slugs cause shit bugs.
Tired of being a fucking product!
Sold to consumers.
Still I pray for a brighter future.
Cause my block is always hot.
Filled with dope spots.
Selling rocks to fiends with rotted teeth.
Smoking, living through pipe-dreams.
Echoing screams fill the empty space.
My heart race along a track now I’m back on a fast pace.
Traces of a ghetto king
Left behind everything he hated and loved
His mother’s hugs.
Plus the blood spilled in the streets.
There’s no love!
So much drama.
Wonder if my kharma any good in this hood, from rebelling against my Dear Mama.
Just a moment ago I had a vision of God.
Told me I had a world to change and my time ain’t up.
Release the glock young soldier.
No time to freeze.
Believe and you’ll soon succeed.
Why must we all live in greed!
So I proceed in a rash fashion.
Picture the world without me and two worlds crashing.
A world with no passion.
It’s sad.
Personal grief stricken me.
I’ve seen too many loved ones buried behind bullshit.
So in a hurry to be a victom.
Stuck in prison yards.
Writing bars to a beat that doesn’t exist,
While asking God why does he treat us like lost dogs.

So cry along with me.
My tears flow freely now.
It gotta get easier somehow.
Pray that I can see through these dim clouds.
Cause I continue to sit in darkness looking out.

Act II

This is part two of my trilogy.
There’s not enough tears to wash away my misery.
I’ve seen too many wars in my pursuit of peace.
But here’s a new breed.
I’m a dying kind.
Writing hard slam poetry.
This form of art can no longer be considered soft.
I’m hard spoken.
Bringing new revelations to leave your heart open.
So picture me and my broken family behind a crack frame.
I blame the world for not understanding me.
Cause there’s no way in hell you can understand the rage and pain.
The loneliness is insane.
Through a concrete frame window I look through.
My view of the world is misty.
Lost within the fog
It’s unclear.
I fear this world doesn’t miss me.
It kills me as I look on with a teary eye,
beyond this dreary sky.
I’m weary and it scares me if I should die.
I’m lying if I tell you Gangsta’s don’t cry.
Cause these eyes has shed rivers through many sleepless nights.
By and by I let this darkness embrace me.
Console my conscience when it haunts me.
This inner voice that taunts me.
I’m no good.
It’s true, I’m sinful.
Rotting away like dogwood.
Understand what I’ve been through.
Craziness!
If you look into my blood-shot pupils,
Weeks with no sleep.
You’ll see me with a crazed and derange look.
Funny how life took a left turn.
Across the street where souls burn.
There’s no return to innocence.
The blood lust is too much.
Touch of the plague.
But love has never been enough.
So picture me on the bluffs in the buff with only the sea and air to care
Whether I dare to jump into these murky waters.
God forgive me and all my unborn son’s and daughter’s.

So cry along with me.
My tears flow freely now.
It gotta get easier somehow.
Pray that I can see through these dim clouds.
Cause I continue to sit in darkness looking out.
So cry along with me.

Will I ever fly alongside the birds free and alive?
So slowly do dreams die.
On the verge of tears but I can’t cry.
I once dreamt of being a kingpin.
Sit as the king in the city I live in.
Now my dreams consist of me seeing my family alive and living.
But I gotta tell you.
My soul is freezing.
This cold concrete makes me want to stop breathing.
It hurts to much.
Seeing the world through handcuffs.
How the fuck do you expect me to live.
I’m just a kid raised in a place with razor blades,
So I’m asking as the sky blackens,
With only the moon to shine through.
Consumed with thoughts that might look foreign to you.
Sometimes I swear I can hear the wolves howl.
For the abandoned one.
The tortured son.
Waiting for madness to come in this dungeon.

So cry along with me.
My tears flow freely now.
It gotta get easier somehow.
Pray that I can see through these dim clouds.
Cause I continue to sit in darkness looking out.
So cry along with me.

Act III

This is my final epic.
I pray to God that he blesses it.
And hope you can understand this message in the way that I express it.
I just tell it how it is.
When faltered steps of a soldier leads to an altered path.
A side winding dirt road where the dead can no longer laugh.
Blasphemy after catastrophy.
God-damn man, it’s havoc in these streets.
There’s no peace for a felon dealing drugs while asking questions.
Is there a Heaven?
Just last night I saw a 357 rip through flesh and bone in a split second.
Squeezed triggers leaving life-less figures face down.
Autopsy reported she was dead before she hit the ground.
Now a bone saw hits her crown.
Her brains weighed at 6 ½ pounds.
Nothing is more gruesome.
Another body added to the pollution.
I feel like I’m living in the outer limits.
And we just invented the cold fusion.
And what if Bush decided to nuke them.
What will it prove then?
Only that it will be the extinction of men.
Children’s suffer everyday.
Their pained expressions molded in clay.
Prayer hands pleading to be saved.
But God’s grace is prejudice.
Apparently he never met us.
Let alone help us in these infested slums,
where innocent young ones come from broken homes.
Don’t take it personal I was told.
It’s just the way life is.
But it’s cold when you’re hungry and old,
While trying to raise seven kids.
Supposedly this shit isn’t real.
But a dream God had in the fields.
When he made man from dust and women from his ribs.
So to the lover’s of eden.
Adam and eve believed yet they were deceived by the Devil’s reason.
So tell where’s the hope when the power shifts to the pope.
And all we can do to cope is to be under the influence of dope.
So while I grope for memories to hold on to,
Listen closely and you’ll hear my whisper’s call you.
Are you still crying?
Well stop!
Cause I need you now more than ever.
The world is falling apart and I can no longer keep it together.
Never have I seen so much suffering.
This is my outcry to all my people in the system.
Time to believe in a cause worth dying like the fate of our children.
Cause I’m tired of the lies told to keep us from getting bold.
Raise your fist in the air soldier.
This is no time to fold.
Get your heart ready.
Revolution starts now!
Remember, skin is only a layer.
The same blood runs deep down.
This is my war prayer!
Time to speak out.
We’ve been held down too long with no place to call home.
But fuck that!
This is my land too.
Bled and shed blood just so I can live peacefully.
But evil surrounds me.
Bounds me to the ground where the dead can give no sound.
I’m drowned in this silent horror.
The score will never be settled.
The poor only gets poorer
And the raping of a little girl breaks me down even more.
What the hell are we dying for.
War is imminent
The government doesn’t give a shit!
So while die and they rise to power.
We fight and they cower.
I just want what’s rightfully ours.
So cry for me!
My tears are getting icy.
They’re frozen.
Imagine if I had kids and how I would hold them.
Our family would never be broken.
Show them there’s hope left with every breath given.
One dream to believe in girl.
So I hope you can understand my position in this cold world that I’m living in.
I’m trying to commit less sin.
But this division in my alter ego makes it hard bro to forgive and let go.

So cry along with me.
My tears flow freely now.
It gotta get easier somehow.
Pray that I can see through these dim clouds.
Cause I continue to sit in darkness looking out.

Posted by: on Dec 1, 2011