TOPIC: "If you scatter thorns, don't go barefoot."
My grandpa once told me, “If you scatter thorns, don’t go barefoot.”
Actions have consequences, and one day you’ll run out of luck.
I just pushed it aside, I should’ve realised he don’t pretend,
And whether I liked it or not, the karma would get me in the end.
Tuesday 12th March, 2005
It was just another day in my life, stopped at the store with my crew,
Get us a few drinks, then I spot some fine ladies pulling through.
Now me, I’m a single guy. No woman, so I’m looking for some action,
Hit these ladies with some material, gets me a positive reaction.
So I work it some more, and this one girl is really feelin’ me,
She giving me these smiles and I can tell, she wants to be with me.
We left together and I was cool about it, we had the whole day ahead,
Then she takes me to her parents house, dragging me to her bed.
Her folks were out of town, we were alone and things got hot fast,
Then halfway out her house, I was still pulling my pants around my ass.
It was a good night; she wanted me to stay, but I had to be firm,
We had a good time together, but I ain’t looking for anything long term.
4 weeks later………
That girl, she calls me up and tells me she got a baby and stuff,
I’m like it can’t be mine; damn my life is already hectic enough.
So I put her straight, I didn’t have time to listen to her moan,
I’ll admit it was a little cold-hearted, but she gotta handle it on her own.
Big mistake on my part, thinking about it I regretted it definitely,
Especially, 2 days later when her thug cousin came steppin’ to me.
He didn’t like my decision, I didn’t either but there weren’t no talking,
Dude was looking ready to throwdown, I told him to keep on walking.
Nah, he weren’t having that, it ain’t how things get done in the hood,
He took one swing at me, then I dropped him, left him in his own blood.
Another week past……..(PRESENT DAY)
Now here I am set for college, and I’m still thinking about the guy I beat,
Loading up my car, and I can’t even see what’s coming up the street.
I know he’s coming back for me, I’m expecting him to retaliate,
And then the shots were fired, my own actions had sealed my fate.
The last 5 weeks flashed before my eyes, my actions weren’t the best,
And all I felt was regret as the bullets ripped through my chest.
So, it looks like my grandpa was right, but now I’m out of time,
My sentence has been handed, now I’ve gotta pay for the crime.
But as I playback my life, and I clearly see how I lived in my head,
I walked over the scattered thorns barefoot, and now…I am dead.
And remember, you don't need complex vocabs to tell a story fools.
