Put a Man on the earth make him black depreciating his worth add the fact attacked by political racism since birth plus school systems don't work hurt by thugs, sex, and drugs feed students answers sweep the failure under rugs multiplied by a culture that glamorized the club getting high , riding dubs specially if they spin spend more doe then whats coming in add him working at ten for half the wage of men the comon denominator they all broke at the end addition of friends want to hustle but he knew the definitons of trap same shit different struggle made a name in the huddle shuttle him to state found college just another hustle muscle wont let him fail losing in the books but on the field he excell exhale in the draft family figured he did the Math moving on up to a mansion with a staff but plus his boys and toys trying to save the hood like shaft getting high and stunting looking for late night laughs haves saw the have nots trying to subtract what he got released a couple shots divided from the fame, masion and yatch now he doing the remainder with three hots and a cot
R.I.P. Martin alexander (Marty Gra) Alston - my brother, my mentor , my friend-
1. "this was inspired by Southernboy 423" In response to Reply # 0
check out his Tryin to shake writer's block post. Plus i was riding around with this thought in my head about a story called tragedy of sums. Where events and things in a person's life add up to one tragic outcome. It's a little rough around the edges. Probably will have to edit make it flow smooth. Or i might just scrap it and start over with a whole new story.
R.I.P. Martin alexander (Marty Gra) Alston - my brother, my mentor , my friend-
if it weren't for this board i don't think i'd write much. it's something about seeing a person do their thing and sparking that creativity within yourself.
R.I.P. Martin alexander (Marty Gra) Alston - my brother, my mentor , my friend-
>Put a Man on the earth >make him black >depreciating his worth >add the fact >attacked by political racism since birth >plus school systems don't work >hurt by thugs, sex, and drugs >feed students answers >sweep the failure under rugs >multiplied by a culture >that glamorized the club >getting high , riding dubs >specially if they spin >spend more doe then whats coming in >add him working at ten >for half the wage of men >the comon denominator >they all broke at the end >addition of friends want to hustle >but he knew the definitons of trap >same shit different struggle >made a name in the huddle >shuttle him to state >found college just another hustle >muscle wont let him fail >losing in the books >but on the field he excell >exhale in the draft >family figured he did the Math >moving on up >to a mansion with a staff >but plus his boys and toys >trying to save the hood like shaft >getting high and stunting >looking for late night laughs >haves saw the have nots >trying to subtract what he got >released a couple shots >divided from the fame, masion and yatch >now he doing the remainder >with three hots and a cot
You have really came wit it the last few posts I've seen man. Good stuff and please keep it comin
>Or i might just scrap it and start over with a whole new story
This was tight Raj -- *Excuse the Delayed Response* -- ~My Bad~
Edit if you must, but no scrappin' -- ^This^ is a *keeper* -- *Yuuuup*
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥