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[title] => A Story
[time] => 2002-09-08 14:43:29
[hometext] => This is a story in Rap Form.
[bodytext] => Demo after Demo and tape after tape
Used his minimum wage to record, didn’t have a home to come home too late Served fries in the day and worked on music at night And he figured he’d use it to change his life Wrote more than Dickens dropped beats like Dre Sent FIVE track out like everyday but every letter would say His ***** wasn’t grade “A” and he wasn’t worth any play or pay And with each rejection and with each dejection He focused less on music and more on the injection Of drugs usin’ needles poppin’ ***** in his veins Got fired for possession now he didn’t have a wage He ended up beggin’ for money on the streets And occaisionally he’d get two nickels by his feet And decided to use the dough to make a song with a sweet beat He’d make one final track and he’d bring tha heat He stole pens and paper from the department store And every line that he wrote in his heart meant more He started at noon and didn’t finish til days later He wrote so much that he had to steal more paper AND WITH EACH BAR THA SONG BECAME GREATER AND GREATER He only had enough money for five hours to record So every night for one week he snuck in the back door Getting’ inspiration from the day he was smacked more Cut class more than anyone he knew Never got anything done in school he blew Off every assignment these thought came and put his head outta alignment And the fright sent his tounge into a mode spittin’ fiery lyrics Almost as if his body was takin’ over by spirits Certainly the song would go GOLD if anyone could hear it When he was finished with his master piece He snuck in the main office past the asleep chief He stole some stamps and an envelope Sent it off in the mail with his heart and hope After five weeks there was still no response in the mail Each morning he’d wake up with the hope he’d prevail But after five weeks his hope had gone stale He was struck with pain rage and disappointment That he decided too make an appointment with a trigger and his finger For days these thought began to linger Until one day he snapped and bough a gun with ammuntion Usin’ money that he stole from a local pizza kitchen Loaded the ***** up and capped the man he bought it from Then went on a rampage having satanic fun Went to the local bar and ended the lives of four men He didn’t know it than but the bartender was his best friend He smiled at the sight of blood and wanted to see more pain He went to the barber shop and began to slain 10 dead in the shop than came the cop tellin’ him to stop Man turned fired and shot the cop in his ***** Sirens came roaring from every direction And he ran and fired against his heart’s discretion Under a bridge shot 3 kids screamed “O *****” Wishin’ he could take back the last twenty minutes He was in a lose lose situation and stuck in it He was about to get on his knees and pray But then he saw two cops running his way He got up ran and fired back Hit one in the leg and the other in the sac Now there was no turning back He had to run for his life For the chance to write Just one more line one more time But now to him he’d lost his mind These thoughts came as he was runnin’ gunnin’ and stunnin’ The bystanders watching innocents fall Every 3 seconds there was another 911 call All together now 47 were dead He just stopped cocked and shot himself in the head Back at the studio the lady came in contact With a piece of mail that was a record contract [comments] => 2 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 43 [informant] => PhewNo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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