Pusher

Push push money maker
Feeder of need or life taker
Move cells of blood into the waves
Taking control of the nights and days
Bringing the poor kids into the game
Whispered whistles chase codes out of the flames
Sit in your prison of fear and puzzle
Of where drugs will lead you and who has there muzzle
Touch with speed and fly through lights
Earn a lifetime in just one fight
Flirting the money through camera and lens
Caught by the wrists, a kneel of amenze.
Reflecting the times you beat the tig
Ink filled tattoos create your wig
Aged bullet catches the elder and returns the inner child
A rebirth in hand so meek and mild