6 Feet Deep

6 feet deep
They write all the deadhomies names
On the bathroom walls
Atmy daughter's high school
Decorate them with flowers
Sometimes I see them on the sidewalk
They drop flowers
Its sad cause there's a yearning toit
There's a sense of devastating loss in it
A big hole that's left in the person's life
I think its like this
Before scince could explain shit with laws
People used uperstitions to explain everything
The devil did this
People lived realclose to the world
They were subject to its caprices
And they had no control over it
And they were affected deeply by its omnsciensce
And its apparent randomness and indifferene
They had to explain why a fllod came
Or anything
And lacking science
They made up myths
They used the part of their brain
that's pure imagination
Pure symbol Pure emotion
To explain the unexplainable
Which was just about everything
It's a scary world
Everyone searches for some kind of meaning
To stabilize or organize or predict it
So they came up with myths
Stories, pregnant with emotional resonance
And these became their reality
Their explanations for why things in the world happen
And the myths the Gods all the rest
Became reality to them
They believed in them
Feared them observed them
Life was cheap then too
There wasn't a social structure to protect you
The ant hill was in an embryonic stage
I think kids today
Are like this and when one of their own dies
Shot down in the street
They don't understand death
There's noone to explain it to them
There's noone to explain their own sense of mortality
That they see in their homies death
There's noone to make the fear go away
So Their innocent art
Most of it naïve childish
Were all kind of children before God
Humbled
On the subject of death
We can't see him
He gives us no answers
Just leaves us fear and abandoned
And then try to explain it
With some urban art
Try to make it make sense
But allthat comes out of it
When you see it
Is this awful sense of helplessness
They're probing reaching out
And they feel their abandonment
A confirmation that theres no God probably
And the art they leave really hurts
Cause its asking a question
And the question don't get answered
And you sense its children asking the question
Why are we to be slaughtered Lord
I think that's why city kids resent suburban kids
That listen to gangsta rap
To sound cool
And have style
The suburban kids just don't get it
It ain't their mom on crack
Its just Star Wars to them.