journal entry #75

whatup ma nigga? yeah, whitey in tha hizzouse. you know if i keep saying that i am going to get batted. i am really burred, so i am going to write some poetry
sitting in my living room,
getting ready for sleep,
my impending doom,
makes me feel weak,
they are coming coming for me, knocking at my door,
i grab my gun and hit the floor,
i am not going to take this anymore,
they rap again, a little louder,
i wait, they knock down the door,
the sound of firing gunpowder,
fills the air and i feel something peirce my shoulder,
all of a sudden, i feel much bolder,
im not getting out of this alive, i know it,
so ill take as many of you with you as i can,
i grab one of them he says"oh shit"
use him for a shield, get to cover, throw a grenade at his brother,
he screams no as i slit his throat,
toom uch blood, i need a boat,
it explodes.
this is how it starts,this is where innocence ends,
this is where it matters if youre my friend,
if we truly are brothers, bound by blood and by love,
you would help me with all of the above.
ill finish this later.