. earphones blared with a few kids grabbing glances .
. quietly bobed his head wit his mental strength advancing .
. emboddied n soul the intracit funk held his morality .
. sadly his morals had gone off the deep end of mens faitality .
. more importantly his "friends" and thickly "family" .
. encompenied with a glare with his moving mumbled rhymes .
. faired well in his minds eye,glittering like $10 in Dimes .
. eyes glanced longer, his mumbles slowly increased in time .
. imagery in his voice and facial features appeared clear .
. could hear the hate, tearing? no sounded so real feel fear .
. within vocals searing the minds heart beginin to Weer .
. sin in every holy syllable truth tho, his happy life begin to pear .
. twin pupils tighten, lids begin to role faught to fight the tear .
. hard even here, to think about lonely days with only siblings .
. to entertain eachother the mear fact found his mom stripin .
. depleted slowly the parental ear, created his own Happy Endings .
. began his own strategetic beltings, owned his own seta hate .
. through the beat he felt everday with every hateful word father said .
. rolled back eye lids, with a quick tap to the shoulder off tape .
. with that he layed down a dirty boy slowly into his hollow casket .
. picken up the pace now stage adourned, stormed in with classic .
. held no second thought of the torn body as he now worn Mantik .
