After the Monies Gone -An exerpt-
What had been the crew
was 11 men strong
we would laugh ,we would joke
we'd party all night long
sometimes,
we would act like a menace
But those days are gone
Just memories of the lives that are now finished
11 young men
We hung tough as could be
Now to this day
The 11's now just 3
The first one was a hard thing to swallow
It was too close to home
and my thoughts were just hallow
Then 2 and 3 came in succession,
one shot at his home
The other
Made the highlight section
Not only was he stabbed,
but shot and burned
left in the trunk of his car
his tough lesson learned
2years later then comes number 4
killed, shot 7 times
outside mamas door
By the time of 8 and 9
It was business as usual
I grew tired of mourning/pain
I grew tired of funerals
See we all did our dirt
I know I did my share of mine
I did it all but was jus fortunate to have survived
But a thought occured to me
Hit me like -QUICK-
Why the hell am I still alive?
O SHYT!!!!!
©Benjamin Casey 2007
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