Now, here's a story everyone should know..
About a young boy, growing up in the ghetto.
His father was murdered when the boy was just six, now he lives with his mom who makes money turning tricks.
He dropped out of school when he was still young, started dealing crack and got strapped with a gun.
And near the corners with his friends he would hang. It wasn't long until he joined a gang.
He knew he'd never get a job, it was easier to sell crack, steal and rob.
He lives like a banger, well into his teens, at war with other gangs, selling dope to the fiends.
He meets a girl, and she brings him joy, just as she gives birth to his little boy.
He decides to straighten up, get back on his feet, get out the gang, get off the streets.
But, before he meets his son, cops pick him up as he tries to run.
One of his friends turned mouse, and gave up his homies stash house.
And as the cops seized all the items fron there, they found his fingerprints almost everywhere.
Now he's looking at some hard time and this is not his first major crime. For five years he's thrown in jail, not eligible for parole, cannot post bail.
But, he decides not to be a fool, he takes courses in jail, finishes high school. He gets his time, gets his life reinstated. Beats the parole, he's rehabilitated.
He's grown up now at 25. Most of his gang dead, happy to be alive. He takes the bus back to the block, where he spent most of his life, slinging the rock.
He gets off the bus, gets met by a young "G."
"Hey buddy, do you remember me?"//"You use to sell crack and drugs to my mother, and its was your gang that put two bullet holes in my brother."//"That was a long time ago. I'm not the same man, put the gun down yo."//
The next few seconds go very fast, he's filled with bullet holes, demons from his past//he reaches in his pocket, pull out his cell phone, as he is only a few steps from his home.//
He wants to break the chain, and talk to his kid, and tell him not to do the things that he did.
But it's too late, his boy is there crying. Looking at his daddy dying.
"Daddy! Daddy! Please don't go. I barely know you, you know?"
He looks at his soon, tears in his eyes, gets out "I love you" just before he dies.
Now here's a story everyone should know, about a young boy growing up in the ghetto.
