Shots Fired
July 2018, everyday I’m woke by the same thing: Text from D, asking where the cheese. I’ve been trying everything, got to pay him off. I can’t be this guys plaything, it’s been bellyaching. Not just because of all the punches to the stomach. All this is a price to pay, to smoke a few blunts. Reach into my college fund. Maybe there’s something to pay off the dominant fucks. I step onto the sidewalk, I feel like people are watching my every move like a nighthawk. They’ll follow where ever the guy walks. Shit, if I knew this shit was coming, I would have tried to stay clean. Phone buzzes, what the whole fuck. Text from the son of a gun: This your last chance Mikey, For a bullet slams to your psyche. Fuck, I’m quaking in my nikes. My sweat stains my white T. I need dough quick, I ain’t gon’ be Brookland next dopesick. I wake up, light the blunt. In my dresser is a gun, I don’t give a fuck, Some people got it better then us, So we the ones who gotta survive, I need cash from that College boy, Did he hear my awesome voice This that fuckers last chance, For I feel like a man.
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July 2018, everyday I’m woke by the same thing: Text from D, asking where the cheese. I’ve been trying everything, got to pay him off. I can’t be this guys plaything, it’s been bellyaching. Not just because of all the punches to the stomach. All this is a price to pay, to smoke a few blunts. Reach into my college fund. Maybe there’s something to pay off the dominant fucks. I step onto the sidewalk, I feel like people are watching my every move like a nighthawk. They’ll follow where ever the guy walks. Shit, if I knew this shit was coming, I would have tried to stay clean. Phone buzzes, what the whole fuck. Text from the son of a gun: This your last chance Mikey, For a bullet slams to your psyche. Fuck, I’m quaking in my nikes. My sweat stains my white T. I need dough quick, I ain’t gon’ be Brookland next dopesick. I wake up, light the blunt. In my dresser is a gun, I don’t give a fuck, Some people got it better then us, So we the ones who gotta survive, I need cash from that College boy, Did he hear my awesome voice This that fuckers last chance, For I feel like a man.