the real art of storytellin'...

i think people tend to forget how advanced this writing and concept was; it remains relevent to this day.

"a child is born with no state of mind blind to the ways of mankind god is smilin on you but he's frowin' too because only god knows what you'll go thru youll grow in the ghetto living second rate and your eyes will sing a song of deep hate the places you play and where you stay looks like one great big alley way youll admire all the number book takers thug pimps and pushers and the big money makers driving big cars spending $20's and $10's and you wanna grow up to be like them smugglers scramblers burglers gamblers pick pocket peddlers even pan handlers you say i'm cool huh i'm no fool them you end up dropping out of high school now u unemployed all null and void walking 'round like u pretty boy floyd turned stick up kid now look what u done did got sent up for an 8 yr bid now ur manhoods took and u's a maytag spend the next 2 yrs as an undercover fag being used and abused served like hell till one day u was found hung dead n the cell it was plain to see that ya life was lost you was cold as ya body swings back and forth but now ya eyes sing a sad sad song bout how u lived so fast but died so young..."

damn....