On the day of his trial that took place in court
He expected his "bros" to show up for support
But all who remained in his corner was mom
Who he should've been listening to all time along
He glanced at his mother with eyes of repression
As the jury had now taken place in its session
The judge asked him what he'd been doing and when
Now that boy gettin' thirteen years in the pen
Yo tell me the truth, was it worth it my man?
To throw away life before it even began?
So remember to never get down with a G
Cause the kid in the story you're reading is me
(This is a work of fictional storytelling)
YOU ARE READING
Shawty
Short StoryA quick little tale about a kid from my old hood. The streets reeled him in like a fish on a hook, never daring to let go of his once promising life. Last time we heard, he was doing some serious time in jail. Sometimes, I wonder how he's doing. Mos...
