A street boy to the core. That was what he said he was days before he was shot
Blood spilled from his chest as i rest my hand on my skull. I recall when he told me danny listen i need me some money. I amma do any thing even if do the devil's bidding. I'd sell my soul if its gives me riches. Five years in school till nothing, running through these streets with my certificate hoping to certify me a job, i'd jump on anything. I tried to change his mind but he sounded conviced , yelling " danny do not preach" and in two week i got a call , say my man was on a tour, with 'em gangbangers that spoke deep street parlance , my heart lost balance, jumping and fighting for freedom from my rip cage. Age? He was 22 . lord, was i a fool? I should have fought more. Now am guittripped, can't a good sleep . the ghost of my friend might tail me to the end.
