Note: I am not a boy...
I am from
Gun shots and stolen glocks.
Smell of fried chicken coming from the kitchen.
I'm from gunshot wounds and red ooze.
Wild hunts and rolled up blunts.
I am from the city they call Philly.
Parents come home after the sun come up.
Living poor; everyone drinking out the same cup.
I'm from what my parents got.
I am from god.
Amen.
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Ten
High Schoolers I mugged.
Nine
Cars I've stolen.
Eight
Tires I've slashed.
Seven
Liquor stores I've knocked off.
Six
Times I've been to court.
Five
Times I've been arrested.
Four
People I've shot.
Three
Friends I've lost.
Two
Many funerals I've been to.
One
Person responsible.
Happy new years!!
Me.
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Bang!
One in the arm of the enemy.
Bang! Bang!
The enemy fires back, getting him twice in the leg, making him fall.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three in the stomach.
Now the Brother lays there,
In his own warm blood.
Thinking why did he fire the first shot.
Why did that big bang have to come from him?
Bang!
One last shot in the head makes his pictures goes blank.
The son wakes up to see people in white standing over him.
He goes back to sleep.
The father wakes up again to see people in blue standing over him.
He goes back to sleep.
The best friend wakes up again to see his best friends in long white gowns.
Michael, Bobby, and Ricky, all shot and killed standing right in front of him.
As Junior starts to connect the dots his angel best friends say in unison;
This is the result of the big bang.
