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Author Name: FreeAntonyFrank 1 Comments
Date Added: June 18, 2007 10:06:41 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Nosmo King.
It's stupid o'clock
and a small time crack dealer's life has been turned upside down
He's been in a state of shock
since the body of his best friend has been found.
Shoot or be shot...
A sickening sound...
What good is the foolish pride of a foolish lifestyle
if you're buried six feet in the ground?
 
I remember him...
His name was Nosmo King.
Despite the media spin,
his death wasn't about racism,
but what does it matter to a bullet about the colour of your skin?
 
He had no Father figure
and an inadequate Mother who didn't seem to care about a thing.
 
There was no one to turn to...
Nothing to embrace.
Hate and violence filled the void
created by cursed estates.
How can there be a demand for respect
in the face of such disgrace.
How can there be a demand for respect
in the midst of isolation, poverty, and neglect...
Authority seems to have lost all heart
in the barren smouldering valleys.
Society has been ripped apart
in the warren of mouldering alleys.
 
It's stupid o'clock
and a small time crack dealer is trying to turn his life around.
He's been in a state of shock
since his best friend was buried six feet in the ground.
Shoot or be shot...
A sickening sound...
What use is the foolish pride of a foolish lifestyle
when you're dead and buried six feet in the ground?
 
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Comment By: FreeGraham Jones on July 3, 2007 04:26:51 AM Report
Its no wonder some grow up to be the way they are , some stand little chance due to none other then that of circumstance, once though as an adult they do have a choice to walk away from it they just tend not to probably due to lack of confidence and the will to make it in the real world, once again excellent writing.




 


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