As childhood friends we ran the streets, playing ball and chasing skirts. Never thought youll leave my side, late night flights and all night rides. With a desire to get paid we had a plan to take over the block. Paranoia kicked in and you decided to stop, my thirst for money wouldnt lead me a stray day in a day out thinking bout getting paid, you moved away and said you got saved. Should have kept one eye open and maybe i would have caught the shade. Blinded by trust i kept in contact, a smarter man would have turned around and never look back. Years had past and times had changed and where i was so did the game. We lost contact but that wasnt the end i constantly wondered what ever happen to my dear friend. Well he went away but not to stay when he returned his voice was firm and his words were stern Get on the floor place your hands behind your back gun in my face his back- up outside adrenaline pumping mind is racing he spoke again. this whole time i have been investigating making cases try to get justice for all the drugged out faces. Now how could this be it was supposed to be just you and me. I spoke softly its going to be you or me a day in prison ill never see in the mix of the scuffle the gun went off in a low muffle he whispered im sorry and i will always love you.
Posted on: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 05:58:49 +0000
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