WOUNDED

i'm talking about this negre, living in poverty, his whole life figures out to be dark and murky, how the hell is he supposed to make it through ? the people not trusting him and not letting him do. Well his life is a mess, and he cannot express, so all he 's gotta do is to try and make some cheese, so that his life turns out to a life of joy and bliss. 'It's a pity on him' says everyone aloud, he swallows the pain regretting throughout. Why was he born a stray is his unsolved query, so he decides that his work will lead him to glory. Enduring the bitter end, he has tossed through the liquid, opting for that 'hot cake' was his hidden motive. Many know him to be a reformed addict, for it is hard to predict, who can guess on this hommie, who claims to reform like magic. Dealing with guns in the dark, there was nobody to inquest, escaping arrests narrowly, he felt to be blessed. To debauch the whores gave him no more joy, so for him they just seemed like a toy. The game turns hard when you cannot swallow, it's simply not your day if you are not ready to blow. You keep grinding, to see a handful of do', but thinking of enjoying on this money, these savages won't let you go. They will hit you with their paw, boasting on the deal, you are damn sure to regret if you try to show your skill. Relations turn cold in seconds, for hustlers they only know how to clap, crack-money dispute then leads to the gutter, so it's your mere bad luck. They go tripping and hustling all day long, faded of those prison holes in which they were earlier flung. Double clicking tricks have brought them from the bottom, stiffened life has acted as if like a 'throttle'. Gangsta shit always spied by the media, if you ever have a day-mare think it to be a sort of phobia. In spite of knowing all these, negreG wanted to live a life of a Gangsta, driving fancy cabs, carrying arms, he wanted to be a Roadster. So he ended up in the big city prison segregated from life, livin a life of a convict was now his chosen type. How can one afford to play with their life, it is a real shame, this negre utters it softly that, "Poverty is to be Blamed". He has wasted his life with these snakes in disguise, now he scorns at his own life saying : 'Look you sucker, what you did with your life'. He thought he was smart but he had turned to be a 'smug', it seemed to him to survival was a block. OK, we understand that making money might be his fake intention, he craved for love, everyone of us do understand. So all of a sudden littleS, peeped into the plot, she was an angel for him coz it was love that she had brought. He pleaded and requested her to refrain away from this bull-shit, it would prove to be risky becoz things had changed drastic. He was concrete built, and she was like a flower, so she was the cause for he gradual honor. He suppressed his agony inside, concealed it deeper, to show everyone that his life was now much more cleaner. She was his inspiration and he was her shame, coz eve,yone mocked at her calling out her name. LittleS, had to bear it, coz she only knew of it better, that it was not his fault but the fault of the latter. Shame! on the society, for encouraging this problem, she tried it to all, trying to be solvent. This resulted in a struggling life, spending everyday as if in the edge of a knife. Split one day we may be was their ultimate fear, but they tried their level best to cope up with their sphere. Is it time we review the ways of our thinking ? coz we also one day might lay in the place of this poor thing. Reminiscence is all you got when you are broke and lonely, this song is not a song, coz it's not worth lyrically. Without hard-work lines do not rhyme or form a poetry, past-time scribblings may one day lead you to victory. But i swear that "I did it from my heart".

this is the 'G' in me that really sets me apart.