This'll probably be a little different to most of ya'lls.. This is
a straight Lyrical Poem.. Influenced by the streets..


Time ta tell a story that ain't neva been told//
Freed a soul but, nevertheless, it left a body cold//
Lo and Behold, A misfortune that never was foretold//
Because of his mistakes, now his family needs consoled//
He was just a young nigga, thought he kept his game tight//
Couldn't express himself through voice, so he'd stay up late and
he would write//
Sealed himself off from his family and his friends//
He knows shit just ain't right, but he sits back and he pretends//
Little does he know, he's diggin himself into a hole//
Causin' drama here and there, now tha niggaz on parole//
Gotta be good now, he got a baby on tha way//
Told wifey that he loved her, but still, late at night he'd stray//
Now he's actin' up again, gettin caught up in a mess//
Niggaz losin his mind, goin crazy from tha stress.//
He rolls with tha wrong crew, doin' shit he shouldn't do//
Wifey prayin he don't get killed, but only God can pull her through//
So now it's gettin late, probably 11 or 12 O'Clock//
She searches high and low to find tha absence of the glock//
Paces back and forth, her palms are sweating as she worries//
She needs to find him now, and she can make it if she hurries//
Drove all through town, but he was no where in sight//
Lies in bed and thinks she won't see him again tonight//
1 O'Clock, 2 O'Clock, 3 O'Clock then 4//
Now she'z much more worried than she eva was before//
5 O'Clock then 6 O'Clock, then 7, 8, and 9//
She stares out tha window, as her tears reflect sunshine//
Around 10 she wakes up to tha ringing of her phone//
She knows that somethins wrong, just by this persons tone//
Tha phone drops, and she too, collapses on tha floor//
Tha drama, pain, and worrying won't be dealt with anymore//
Now if you caught in drama, don't think that you immune//
He thought that, too, now look at him, that too could be you, soon.//

 
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