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Good Deed Regrets-True Story
damn this shit hurts....read it all...and Toys is a resturant in Chicago....
While leaving Toys..I seen a homeless mayn beg for change... I reached in my pocket...Gave him 5 dollars to gain... I felt good of myslef....I thought good of his health... maybe the money I gave him...can maybe improve his wealth.. get him his on residents,thigns be looking better then.. I wanted to better him...the people on the street will elt him live... who would think...the gesture'll...turn into the oppitsite of blessings not the money but the "products" he purchased it wasn't worth it...the needles of heroin he was searching the last squirt would be his last...that smile he had would be his last laugh...I came back I left my Bag's...to find him motionless with a needle at his grasp...that went pretty fast it burned more then any gas...my heart poundin home th death of a crack feen...I didn't look me... It sounded like a good deed...peace I believe he used the money I gave him to buy heroin... R.I.P. Fredrick Miller 1971-2004 |
yo uppin this...
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wow, this was deep, true story? damn,well written too, you could have turned this into an open mic too, a longer version, you might get more replies in there, but this was good, the imagery was there in your lyrical content...nice piece..1
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thanks boo ;)
yea it just happen today I"m trippin off that shit |
damn thats pretty crazy... true story...
well written... deep feeling... I liked it.. dont get hung up on that cat though... Was his fault... |
thanks uppin for more
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