one sunshiny day a man decided to take a long stroll he knew it was out of the way all the way to the convenience store down the street now you didn't live in a great neighborhood as they would say some would call it the dregs is what he kept residing in his mind as he stepped out the door and onto the stoop whooping and hollering pursued man he was afraid somebody might even shoot he turned around went back in got his Cannon in case he had to bust loose it might be a block party they filming it everybody has to shoot Worldstar and YouTube do it for the views do it for the front page news see the kids. Like that yeah he knew so he was prepared he wasn't on no bulshit but refused to take the permanent snooze over some Chutes and Ladders Candyland type of bulshit these little kids do he walked by some would berate him he's tired of the abuse others would pretend man and then they try to use let me hold a buck let me get a square let me hold the loose and is 9 man he was going Buck you was going to let loose he held it all back with self-control it was all he could do he remembered the ignorance begets ignorance they're only doing what they were trained to do what they were taught to do what we show them how to do he shook his head looked down and moved on a long but kept his shoulders strong he didn't talk to no one he wasn't doing shit wrong all the sudden they want his shoes in his coat and his chain in his wallet all of his cash in his bank card in the key to his Impala they had a little pig stickers and he was tired of all the squalor they was in his way so he told him I move it before he does lose with it yeah they laughing until he empty the clip in each one of them dropped three bodies at the snap of a finger he stepped over the figures and kept going through to where he was going didn't even blind man he knows that they saw it he did it man he knew he was Elite the whole block saw him regulate the none of them will bear witness now they aware of his existence and just what his stance is now they don't talk shit don't bump lips he felt like a king that day he feel no remorse no price you should pay he went home to bed and now you lay drifting off to Slumber he was only 15 as a flashbang you could see the tears of a mother Gunbarrel ablaze it sounded like thunder between each pop she was screaming he's a monster let them in the pot of hot water he was screaming like a lobster ready now he's bleeding all over his bedspread life flashing before his eyes me wonder why he's not dead as you slowly fade the way he thanks God for everything that he's ever done in had he wakes up three days later in the hospital still alive now is he mad...
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