……Standing curb side when they drove by, too fast to say hi, sunroof open, endo smoking, I could hear them joking, music jumping, passenger scoping females he could start bumping, you could almost see the hope in his eyes as they sped by, driver tried to stop on a dime as two kids strolled out into the street, they didn’t peep, too bizy eating sweets, laughing, joking, running in the street; the driver was a friend of mines who couldn’t stop in time, after a kid was killed, bullets ring out, understandable anger from that child’s guardian, but it was just another shooting across the street where they were partying.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 12th, 2023 00:39
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Bloody glad I don't live where you are, Mate
Philadelphia is not a good place to move now!
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