Like Father, Like Son...

Johnny didn’t realise the worth of one’s life
Never really realised why dad always attained a knife
He’d vision his father disappear into the shadows
Felt hurt for his creator, been brushed by many bad hoes
Met toes wit so many, scars adorned his weathered face
Was he a crime-runner in trouble or discriminated fo race?
Loved all of those around him but always held Mystery
There was always wonder over his actions throughout History
This Story of many replicated by Johnny’s Pops
Witnessed the loving steal for freedom & Run from Cops
Ran Shops with cousins, little income was earned
Made mistakes many a time, many a lesson was learned
Many a memory was burnt by the times he hit the bottle
Never will we forget the way he thought, known but not all
A troubled man inside but exterior presentation showed strength
But who can really measure the length this man went to
Worked late, stole, gave and starved to put Johnny through
All those times as a young one he himself had to do
The hard things that he still took flight with for his son
And the charred wings of his flight stood hurt for his little one….

Now Johnny grew up to know his daddy as his hero
He stood amongst a crowd of haters that he was never gonna fear-though
Decided to go for anything that he could
Did everything the way that his daddy said he should or said he would
Asserted the strong attributes inherited from his pops
However goin down the same road, he was well known by cops
Referred to himself as the very pure breed of his dads blood
Legs lagged behind in his steps, the earth beneath resembled mud
Every step that he took felt as if the weight of the world ran his feet
Hated himself at times when he realised the fate he would meet
But truth stood strong, it was fate that could never be abused
His soul was being used, Kid cried for nights as his limelight had fused
Daddy went off the tracks and was soon the be followed by his son
None attested the presence held at the helm of darkness they sadly were
Tragedy just wasn’t their fault, for crime, they simply couldn’t deter
Johnny was sure he was straight, answered questions with pride
However half of the answers he gave, people knew that he lied
He was picked out by his dad for this, this was the day his soul died…


Tried so hard to attain the presence he left the womb holdin
He was really good at heart those he touched turned golden
Just like his Pops, Like father Like Son
Shameful the relationship involved the use of a gun
It was a dark, cold night Johnny swore he’d make pops proud
But the hurt to his pops heart would be the only thing to come loud
Only matched by the noise of the sirens and the time of Johnny’s fate
Loved by so many unknown, that would forever hold tight this date
Secrets were hidden by members, who held faith in young Johnny
It was realised by all when tears met the mouth of Aunty Connie
The Phones rang long, Johnnies dad needed a friend
A Shoulder to cry on, to stitch up his problems that would never amend
The message to send broke the heart of even T.V Crews
As pictures came of a pool of blood and Red once White Nike Shoes
Still strapped to young Johnny, a fallen soul moulded from past
At Last It was known, a following pattern in his fathers footprints
Dints adorned the fams shell resembling the pain felt by everyone
The day felt so long but all came together as down came the sun…

Johhny’s father realised a life led not as a teacher was not one for him
Confided with Uncle Jim, they would speak for hours on the events
Pops could never maintain living knowing the fate of Johnny’s presence
The words ran from the mouth, life is not worth living
Dates ticked by slowly and he hated the fact he was no longer giving
A life where he could pass on knowledge and strength was now lost
He now had no reason for stealing, Sure life was at low cost
As was his life that was about to be taken, his soiled past forsaken
The Father who once stood wrong to hold his son correct
Was now another soul left lying for Men in Blue to Collect
The sounds rocked throughout Neighbourhoods, Heavens let out cries
Showers flooded the land and God told him, this is what I do when one dies…

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deep... contender for audio... good work...

This was Deep yo..
feelin this..

alotta emotions...

would sound ILL in audio...
with like a violin beat or suttink lol..

keep spittin playa..

peace
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^^Thanx Heaps Saladin and Inspire...Much Respect and Props to both!!^^ Hopefully i will be puttin this to Audio yeah and bring it out real nice.....Pz.....

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got the attach. bro .. and now about ur piece, seriously some deep heart felt shit and thats the honest to god truth of how i felt this man. i know O.Mic isn't ur style, or ur preferance but you still rip this man. plz keep spittin in ere
peace out man...

deep shit......word play was nice......vocab was ill....deep deep deep deep deep deep deep piece.....yea audio would be good