Voice of the Unheard Da Prequel
BY EZAR
HE WAS ONLY SIXTEEN WITH A FIT SICK CLEAN
FULL OF FOCUS ON LIFE DREAMS
STACKS OF CREAM NICE CARS WITH HIGH BEAMS
ADMIRING DBOYS WHO CONTROL THE BLOCK
AROUND THE CLOCK LIKE A MONOPOLY ON STOCKS
CASH FLOW SEEMED TO NEVER STOP
HALF A BRICK HE COPED
SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCKS TAUGHT HIM HOW TO CHOP
NOW HES IN A BENZ RECEIVING MAD PROPS
NEW BOO NEW PAD AND A PLATINUM WATCH
QUICKLY HE WENT FROM BOTTOM TO TOP
THATS WHAT HE THOUGHT NOT REALIZING DA DRAMA IT BROUGHT
D.E.A SHOWING UP AT THE SPOT WITH GUNS COCKED
LIFE AS HE KNEW IT JUST STOPPED
DOING A BID IS WHAT THE JUDGE DROPPED
NOW HES LOOKING AT A HOUR GLASS WHILE TIME PASS
NO WHERE TO GO IS THE AFTERMATH
NO COUCH TO CRASH NO WHERE TO BATH
SO LIVING ON THE STREETS IS ALL HE HAS
Copyright © Street Cries | Year Posted 2015
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