Done With Dealing

by Eman D   May 16, 2004


He seals the deal.
He keeps a gun to stay real.
While he walks to the spot, he wonders if he will live.
It's the drugs he will give.

He stays with his .45
All he wants is to survive.
The buyer ask for the stuff.
He says,"500 dollars will be enough."

On his way back home a car follows him.
He pulls out his .45 and takes a shot at the rim.
It turned into a big gun fight.
Bullets were in sight.

There were so many screams and yells.
So many bad thoughts coming from the Hell.s
He finally was hit.
He fell with a cigarette lit.

Finally the cops came.
He was so messed up he forgot his name.
He woke up in his hospital bed.
Raises his hands and thanks God he isn't dead.

He cries with his hands in his face.
Gunners left with out a trace.
He want to change his ways.
He wants to live right for the rest of his days.

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