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A Story
Contributed by
PhewNo
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Sunday, 8th September 2002 @ 02:43:29 PM in AEST
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Demo after Demo and tape after tape
Used his minimum wage to record, didnt have a home to come home too late
Served fries in the day and worked on music at night
And he figured hed use it to change his life
Wrote more than Dickens dropped beats like Dre
Sent FIVE track out like everyday but every letter would say
His ***** wasnt grade A and he wasnt worth any play or pay
And with each rejection and with each dejection
He focused less on music and more on the injection
Of drugs usin needles poppin ***** in his veins
Got fired for possession now he didnt have a wage
He ended up beggin for money on the streets
And occaisionally hed get two nickels by his feet
And decided to use the dough to make a song with a sweet beat
Hed make one final track and hed bring tha heat
He stole pens and paper from the department store
And every line that he wrote in his heart meant more
He started at noon and didnt finish til days later
He wrote so much that he had to steal more paper
AND WITH EACH BAR THA SONG BECAME GREATER AND GREATER
He only had enough money for five hours to record
So every night for one week he snuck in the back door
Getting inspiration from the day he was smacked more
Cut class more than anyone he knew
Never got anything done in school he blew
Off every assignment these thought came and put his head outta alignment
And the fright sent his tounge into a mode spittin fiery lyrics
Almost as if his body was takin over by spirits
Certainly the song would go GOLD if anyone could hear it
When he was finished with his master piece
He snuck in the main office past the asleep chief
He stole some stamps and an envelope
Sent it off in the mail with his heart and hope
After five weeks there was still no response in the mail
Each morning hed wake up with the hope hed prevail
But after five weeks his hope had gone stale
He was struck with pain rage and disappointment
That he decided too make an appointment with a trigger and his finger
For days these thought began to linger
Until one day he snapped and bough a gun with ammuntion
Usin money that he stole from a local pizza kitchen
Loaded the ***** up and capped the man he bought it from
Then went on a rampage having satanic fun
Went to the local bar and ended the lives of four men
He didnt know it than but the bartender was his best friend
He smiled at the sight of blood and wanted to see more pain
He went to the barber shop and began to slain
10 dead in the shop than came the cop tellin him to stop
Man turned fired and shot the cop in his *****
Sirens came roaring from every direction
And he ran and fired against his hearts discretion
Under a bridge shot 3 kids screamed O *****
Wishin he could take back the last twenty minutes
He was in a lose lose situation and stuck in it
He was about to get on his knees and pray
But then he saw two cops running his way
He got up ran and fired back
Hit one in the leg and the other in the sac
Now there was no turning back
He had to run for his life
For the chance to write
Just one more line one more time
But now to him hed lost his mind
These thoughts came as he was runnin gunnin and stunnin
The bystanders watching innocents fall
Every 3 seconds there was another 911 call
All together now 47 were dead
He just stopped cocked and shot himself in the head
Back at the studio the lady came in contact
With a piece of mail that was a record contract
Copyright ©
PhewNo
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2002-09-08 14:43:29]
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Re: A Story
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by Jackee_line on
Monday, 12th May 2003 @ 09:11:40 AM AEST
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This is very good, I loved it, if only he could have waited just a few more days. Wow!!!!
This poem kept me at the edge of my seat.
Well done. |
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Re: A Story
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by wyrd_faerie on
Thursday, 10th July 2003 @ 01:56:05 PM AEST
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| wow...this is awesome...i love it... |
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