Under the streetlights in the mist of the cold night fog creeping across the black asphalt
gun shots exchange between kids who never had a parental figure in their life to love them
by the age 10 this young boy walked the streets with a knife 'not sure of what to fear'
the following year he exhaled his first cloud of marijuana smoke, pressured by his peers
he would rather skip classes in the midst of his schooling to graffiti the walls of his city
and drink until his vision is blurred to not have to face his stupidity and ignorance
for his twelfth birthday he is given a brand new bike as a gift from his grandmother
later that day the sun shines as he rides it proudly down the street, a bully angry at life
and gripped by an overwhelming feeling of jealously and hatred claims the bike as his own..
as the bully shoves the young boy off of the bike...it rolls a few feet tumbles and comes to a stop..
seconds seem like minutes, the boys arms ooze blood staining his shirt and dripping onto his pant legs
looking around the bully is gone along with his bike, a broken heart beats as tears fill innocent eyes
years go by, hes taller now, tattoos cover his body with ink as green as the stacks of money,
that fill his pockets from the dope he has sold throughout his younger years as a teenager
surprised to have lived this long in an environment where hes out lived many friends
and seen horrible ordeals that have scarred him for life in ways unspeakable to many..
secrets that he will take to the next life with him when the time comes, no questions asked
dying on the streets is a fate he wishes never to meet but is a thought that remains on his mind
as he heads home on a cold night down the same street he had a bike stolen from him years ago..
the same bully, older and more dangerous emerges from a dark and shadowy alley..eyes set on doing harm
the bully draws a pistol, blacker then the dark night sky and demands everything hes got
not a boy no more now a man in this world he's not going to give up easily without a fight
with swift action he boldly reaches for the gun but he's overpowered and a shot goes off..
its quiet throughout the night on this grim occasion as another life is lost on the streets...
just keyed a quick one
Subject: Re: Street Life 
Mon Feb 02, 2009 4:51 pm
