Short Story

Geno · 04-28-2018, 06:15 AM

..a thug whispers, man, how'm i gone get it today
Blunt rolled up, lit, smokin' that shit to the face
In the PJs, drugs, paraphernelia, crime
Little weed bags, everywhere, cause they sell it in dimes
Broken 40oz glass, trash, empty package of ports
Ciggarrette butts, rust, on the basketball court
Bad habits are born daily, and kids with no dads
Either shot up over dice, went to prison, or stabbed
Some hit it and quit, and dont know theres a kid that exist
Others ran away, cause they couldnt live with their bitch
Just another block bastard baby, angry, nothing to see
Where the cool thing to do is sell drugs to the fiends
Coulda went to school -nah, had to off my package
Need to buy some J's and a chain, im a flossy savage
Not a drop of brains, i cant even spell my own name
But i did cop some yeezy's at the mall with my change
"Sheeittt, in 10 years, ima be the boss of my se.."
Cant get them syllables out, drive-by bullets lodged in his neck
Coulda been earnin that diploma, he was post with his drugs
Rival gang crept past, blew the smoke from his lungs
Just another young body, chalked out on the block
Cant even find his moms cause she suckin dick for a rock
Bled, from the hole in his head, another cousin the cost
Blue rag around his necks red, from the blood that he lost
Brrraattt!!!

Exis · 04-28-2018, 07:16 AM

I didn't like the openin', sorry...but this,

"Bad habits are born daily, and kids with no dads
Either shot up over dice, went to prison, or stabbed
Some hit it and quit, and dont know theres a kid that exist
Others ran away, cause they couldnt live with their bitch
Just another block bastard baby, angry, nothing to see"

^^Fuckin' flames...emotion wise it's nice, yet how you worded it...sick.

Good spit Geno...stay yourself bro.

04-28-2018, 06:15 AM	#1
Geno White Earl Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: Philly Cat. Posts: 12,330 Battle Record: 10-15 Accomplishments - Open Mic HOF (4x) Champed - Netcees Writers League - Write Week I - Write Week 8 Rep Power: 50036758	Short Story ..a thug whispers, man, how'm i gone get it today Blunt rolled up, lit, smokin' that shit to the face In the PJs, drugs, paraphernelia, crime Little weed bags, everywhere, cause they sell it in dimes Broken 40oz glass, trash, empty package of ports Ciggarrette butts, rust, on the basketball court Bad habits are born daily, and kids with no dads Either shot up over dice, went to prison, or stabbed Some hit it and quit, and dont know theres a kid that exist Others ran away, cause they couldnt live with their bitch Just another block bastard baby, angry, nothing to see Where the cool thing to do is sell drugs to the fiends Coulda went to school -nah, had to off my package Need to buy some J's and a chain, im a flossy savage Not a drop of brains, i cant even spell my own name But i did cop some yeezy's at the mall with my change "Sheeittt, in 10 years, ima be the boss of my se.." Cant get them syllables out, drive-by bullets lodged in his neck Coulda been earnin that diploma, he was post with his drugs Rival gang crept past, blew the smoke from his lungs Just another young body, chalked out on the block Cant even find his moms cause she suckin dick for a rock Bled, from the hole in his head, another cousin the cost Blue rag around his necks red, from the blood that he lost Brrraattt!!! __________________ *-A.bove T.he R.est*

04-28-2018, 07:16 AM	#2
Exis ............ Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 3,938 Battle Record: 3-3 Rep Power: 0	I didn't like the openin', sorry...but this, "Bad habits are born daily, and kids with no dads Either shot up over dice, went to prison, or stabbed Some hit it and quit, and dont know theres a kid that exist Others ran away, cause they couldnt live with their bitch Just another block bastard baby, angry, nothing to see" ^^Fuckin' flames...emotion wise it's nice, yet how you worded it...sick. Good spit Geno...stay yourself bro.