Stripe 4

The kid owed us money
that's why we shot'em
the neighborhood gang shouted
as they rolled off
at a victorious speed

He tried to put food on the table
for his family
he tried to maintain the bills

He was only 15
forced to execute responsibilities
he wasn't old enough to consume
but for his age
he accepted the task well

His niece needed a pair of shoes
his sister continued to cry the blues

as a good uncle
he tried and did what he felt was right

As a result he held out on the money
that he owed to the neighborhood gang
he was 70 dollars short
when he turned in his stash

Thinking they wouldn't notice
he made his way to class

It was odd in sight for this kid
was having the best day of his life

It was as if he forgot about the gang
and his short coming math

The school bell was ringing
school was letting out
the girl he had been seeking all year
said she wanted to go out on a date
and made it clear

Numbers were exchanged
they both felt the same
suddenly out of nowhere
a black low rider with gold rims pulled up

A youngster rolled down the window
and drew a AR 15 from the back seat
he aimed at the front steps
and bullets began to release
killing the young man
lifting him off his feet
the blood was plenty
and spilled rapidly in the street

Those who witness the murder
fell to their knees and held hands
as they prayed
for what their eyes had seen was sore

Remember we must always keep our faith in the Lord
you've now witnessed
stripe 4

Written By: St. Scalesaveli (Alien Artform)