The Lost Killer...
I remember one day i speaking to a past friend and he always listen to a rapper so he could get mad and think about killing someone so this poetic story goes to him...."bro, im going to get this pistol on my birthday"...."why, you ready to take someones life on a good day?"...."yea, i got ops and i need them gone"...."bro.... just stop listening to them songs"...."Nah, im good you won't understand anyway."...."you really think i dont?"...."yeah you soft nigga i take you as a joke"...."oh foreal I thought we was boys?"...."yea, you my nigga and all but you never be making noise."...."nah, its just thats a dumb ass choice."....so he ignores and says he's going to be back at 8...its 9:30 now its aunt is worried..."where is my baby, why isnt he at the house sleep?"....im speechless now..."ahh...i dont know he probably somewhere smoking weed"....they call they call and now he's not picking up...his aunt is calling it a bluff..."he'll be home and he's going to be on punishment!"...i go out and ask his gang where he at?....they say they don't know...then they all starting looking ahead...it's one of there "gang" members he looks scared like he seen the feds? Im walking im walking...then i heard..."is he gone is he dead"....i said who? They said "nobody" and nodded there heads....looked on the news later on at night....i seen my bestfriend dead...near his bike.... I personally want to say dont let the music and gang shit get to yoi
