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In a corner of a shabby apartment a man grows noxious from the sudden rush of narcotics to his brain it will numb his pain for a while a slight smile crosses his face than sudden rage then back again he laughs and cries seemingly at the same time from the outside glance he seems derange the natural eye cant see the strange... supernatural figure whisperin in his ear killin him gently filling him with taunts and fears he loads his pistol with one round hopefully it takes one round he thinks wishful glancing at the lines of coke he envisions his life line.... hes aims the gun his life passed before his eyes.. the Demons eyes lit up as he eggs him on do it ..do it end it all!

he was born with crack and alchohol mixed within his dna/ he layed there on a pissy matress in a abandoned building left for days/ his mother a torn woman a highschool drop out spritually worn/ she copps out and becomes a whore/ she knows its a sin/ but still continues to serve more males than The hair club for Men/he sees himself no older than four/ watchin different men dockin the door / his mother called them friends/ but he never seemed to see them again/somenights he would go to bed hungy /just to be awakend to his stomach grumbling/ nothin in the fridge to eat except molded lunch meat/he likend his mother to asphalt how she stayed stuck in the streets/ he learned to take the sour wit da sweet/ a lil older around ten now/ he was fell in love with the street/he idolized the fast life/ he liked how the cadilacs seemed to bend round corners/ coming to a smooth halt druglords bustin out the doors barkin out orders/.only blackman he ever seened that didnt need a thing/ had all the money and the honeys/ he seem to live a dream/he vowed to himself that he wouldnt be poor forever/.if he could only make it through the storm/ he could enjoy better weather/he started his first job runnin packs for the old heads.. his first day/they packed his bag with enough crack to start a earth quake/ life was chess to him/only thing mattered was checks to him/ so inturn he said fuck school and paid students to test 4 him/at sixteen his mom O'ded/ her last words was stay out those streets look what they done to me/but by that time he had his own block/ a glock wit a couple bodies on em/.it wasnt nuttin for him to body somethin/..lil niggas looked up to him older ones envied/..goldiggin chicks wanted to stunt wit em,so he fucked to his nuts emptied/.on this same block his demise will happen a decade later/ after years of sellin death in a bag hes about to pay up/who ever knew he would grow addicted to the shit that made his living/the shit that made him a killin now was goin to kill him/instead of turning to Jesus he put his life in his hands/ and played God/ by sprinklin a lil snow on the grass/ to cloak his past/his infactuation grew deeper steeper he fell closer to hell with each snort/his money was doing the impposible it was starting to GROWN short../as luck would have it he lost all of his status/..his looked famined lost without the newset trend/.he stood on the same corner that he did when he was ten/ never did he think it would come to this/frustrated and defeated he retreats to abadoned tenement/where it all began it would all end/ he pours out his vials of coke sniff ..sniff his mix feeling makes him trip/

he starts to hear a voice so sinister yet so soothing...........
the Demons eyes lit up as he eggs him on do it ..do it end it all
he spins the revoler with eyes clinched he pulls the trigger click
......click.........Bang! and the demons flees the scene with glees laughin
as his brains hang from his head and blood hits the pissy mattress..........