KEVIN'S STORY by William Corchado
Where we from ain't no white picket fences, the street lights don't work and the cops scared ta enter. We got what you need from A to Z that crack cocaine or them bootleg cd's. All we lack is hope got plenty a dreams. Do we care when people die better them then me, shouldn't't a been in the way playa ain't got no aim sorry B. Where we from it's do or die, I don't hustle cuz I wanna, I hustle to survive. Where we from we don't sleep cuz we'll be dead soon I'll get the rest I need. We never met my dad; moms can't pay the rent picked up that nine 7 years old got on my grind. Hope God forgives cuz I wanna change my life tired a doing wrong wanna start do'in right, sold my soul to the devil been his a long time, seen one to many die dune cried one to many times God here's my life do what you will, dam I'm hit guess it's finally my time. Now that's Kevin's story forced to be a man before he was a teen and here's the last word that he said to me 'Yo Chill now that I'm gone do one favor for me go on live right change ya life for me'. In the ICU laid a real OG and with his last breath he sent a message to me. See keV wasn't't blood but still my family B, so I'm a poor out some liquor shed a tear for a G, I'm a change my life just wait you'll see.
By Chill Corchado
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