I never meant to rob the store
I’ll never want anymore
Now I’ll take the high road
Watch the light slowly take over
Think of the darkness
You left on the sidewalk
Shed a tear for your plight
Maybe that’s not my right

Hypocritical sights
To hold together the indescribable nights
Time to negotiate with the clock
That cement block through the window
All I had to do was knock
Really should’ve kept it all locked

But I hold my breath
And point out the corrupt threats
I left my thoughts on the floor
Why hold your life locked on a thread
So easily read?
Don’t forget the thoughts I left on the floor by your front door

What if I told you the name of this was headlines….would it change the way you read it?