Think of a teenager, right fast, any shape, size, color and height,
And this person might pass off for any known emotion other than fright,
So he/she walks in the night... Not because they fight with their parents,
Every mornin', about different irritating things, keeping connection distorted.
And 2v.. Might just try to explain this but the way you perceive it,
Is what keeps me up on weekdays and trying to explain myself on weekends,
Anyway... Lemme keep up the play - On words, I say this, well..
I only mean it as the bricks I lay for the story I'm tryin' to tell,
That teen you thought of, whether near-like a friend, family, or random,
You wanted THAT person to fit with the words I'm writin' to brand 'em,
So your made up person is standin'
...on the street bench waiting........ for their mother
On a street that's fuckin' dark & long, with big buildin's and deep gutters.
& remember it's night, knives - that's a detail vivid I give with alarm,
No guns to be had on the average joe 'cuz strong men extendin' they arms
And women get harmed, in this natural world of sinnin' & scorn,
All livin' is born from the pleasure & pain from limited porn.
You gotta give to receive to where's the crime to be had?
..... So kid's who don't get taught kindness of course will go bad.
He grabbed the bag, that guy in the window you see in-between
The two stories on building B but it's un-noticed by your teen...
Your world is light when theirs is dark so you see the person quite clearly,
As he jets from the window, coming out of the building, 30 seconds nearly.
So he crosses the street, J-walkin', but no police,
It's fucking 2 AM and there's some bitch lost, not lookin' neat,
And he needs some cash, Hey! You're a human! Guess what's next?
He brought the knife we talked about in the beginning of this text.
Dude walks near the teen, they sense somethings up with this 'Joe',
'Cuz why's he walkin' fast in a hoodie at night,
Not on the OTHER side of the road?
They wanna get up and run, but shit, you might just take a breather,
After-all.. This is just a teen YOU made up as the reader....

Right???...

The dude walks right behind the lone bench-warmer....
Still closer to the back of the neck as any inch-quarter,
........ A sudden loss of security, but he passes by,
With a hiccup like breath and no passage of eyes..
3..4..5.. seconds away, you pray he makes the corner now,
6........................7...................8.... .............. Too Late: He turns around.
With the blade-dagger out, aimed straight for your teen's head,
'Cuz HE was walkin' home from just visitin' a friend,
In a place where it costs to live a shitty life for some bread,
Just so HE can stay away from the place where everybody wants him dead.
And he stole all your teen's money as he/she bled to death on the bench,
Later her momma came home and saw her child dead on the bench,
Where-as the cops were told to come see this young soul dead on the bench,
'Cuz some mother fucker needed money.
And as he walked down his block, He had no thoughts except rage
That your teen was the only one that was caught in the stage,
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I tear the page, fuck what anyone finds to be appealin',
'Cuz money is power, so it's bad when you use your power to steal it,
But the killer GOT a job, and he helps homeless, sometimes the deaf,
So they don't GOTTA kill, steal money, or try searchin' for death
Life is tough, don't just say fuck it, He says, cocked,
'Till he got tried for murder charges with blood leadin' to his block.
His friend knew he left at the exact time of the murder,
The cops was who he said to,
So people accuse, & now everyone in this town wants him dead too.
So he's leavin', no need to defend himself, lie for the bust,
He just went back to the murder scene and had to wait for the bus..........
Crows started barkin', a charmin' sound at 7 in Morning,
The bus-stop tree had no leaves 'cuz it was winter 'n pooring.
The crows kept up and gathered, on that one small tree,
And crows are ugly as fuck, of course it made his heart beat.
He thought of the blood he was sitting in. His hands, money he spent,
Not for gunning or rent, all them honnies get bent,
But before he loses his thoughts in the tiny tree covered in birds,
He awakes to the sound of a parked bus, not shunning or turned,
He's startled. Gets up, grabs his things, and walks in,
As the crows who've just seen him and know of his crime committed,
They say nothing and fly in the opposite direction.

The image can only be seen through the eyes of your teen.

If they were alive by this sentence.


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Written & Presented By: 2v