Scene Of The Mind
Adela The Resalah & GodOfWar
[Narrator]
Dispatch *Crackle*
I've just arrived at the scene and it seems to be deserted...
Oh, wait...
There seems to be two people walking towards the scene
from either side of the street...
One has just approached me first,
Lets hear his side of the story...
[Adela The Resalah]
I knew a kid born into a broken home of alcoholics.
But the house itself was fine so that's not what they would call it.
Take a look inside they're wallet, it's empty as their souls.
Warm hearts grow cold and infants never grow old.
He would hear the criminals stories, growing older he knew,
All advice and every word he ever heard was untrue.
He had two ears and no voice, seen as Alec from his mouth.
He had two eyes as well, only to squint when they would shout.
The fiends around him stole his things until he had nothing left.
And when he checked, all he had to the left was a desk.
He would write down all his thoughts and keep them safe in a box.
But the constant ruckus ate at him with sirens and cops.
It calmed him sleeping to the whistles but ironically enough,
That same noise would eventually leave him wrongfully in cuffs.
He learned that anyone looked upon as an authority to crime,
Would, In the long run, help themselves and waste his precious time.
He had a genuine mind, one on a track, that followed none.
He'd watch others cheat and finish when he'd only just begun.
Despite who he grew up around, he made the choice alone
Irony made him dangerous, with a voice of his own.
He slept next to guns, fiends would fight out in the halls.
He knew more than monsters rested beneath his walls.
They would pack their things a lot, but the fiends would always follow.
'Cause their souls were always hollow, check the pride he'd have to swallow.
Although the sun brought a day guaranteed with lust.
He would meet the new faces and cringe in disgust.
He'd get beat on and threatened so he'd eat his lunch alone.
The bell sounded end of days with no comfort at home.
So that day he walked home, alone in the rain.
The tracks he had to cross were left bearing a train.
The cheating fiend took a short cut, whistling by.
And the kid died that day, no one ever cared why.
[Narrator]
Okay, now there's always a second side to every story...
What's yours?
[GodOfWar]
I know this kid who was born in a house of hopelessness.
Where cocaine reigned and love was an unopened gift.
His parents smoked in shifts, one was always at the window.
So when he had questions for progression, they always lacked the info.
He didn't have Nintendo, and his clothes was torn n' used.
One day he was put in the back of a pinto, it was just before noon.
They left him in a storage booth, after three days he was starving.
So he went searching for food, and ended up at a ladies apartment.
He's on his way ta darkness, stuck inside of a foster house.
Hangin' wit the older kids, ready to let the monster out.
Constant helicopter sounds, sirens in the distance.
He couldn't sleep, without noise, no brighter side in the mist it's,
A misfit, he wanted to rebel so his choice of fire is resistance
Then in an instant, he had a choice to change shit.
N' he hit the ground runnin' so hard, he destroyed the pavement.
A delivery boy for the game is not what he dreamed to be.
But for now it worked, 'cause he had dreams to reach.
N' he adapted so easily, he thought it was perfect.
Compared to a bible salesman, he always had a shop in service.
Lost in the circus, he didn't think he needed an eye open.
Till' they circled his car, all armed, his hands in the sky frozen.
Thoughts of suicide growin', as he sat in the jail.
Then the prosecution was ruthless n' gave him 3 years trapped in a cell.
That was hell, n' though the story opened with hopelessness.
As he was freed, he seen the world through eyes he never focused with.
[Narrator]
Hmm, It's strange but...
In this case it seems both sides seem to be true...
Tape up the scene, It will need to be investigated
further for more clues.
Your both free to go now but to see if your stories still match up...
We will meet again...