Friday
He woke early put on his vest
..Got ready to go to work..
Was up all day jus needed his rest
Tried to act happy. Put on a fake smirk..
All his girl did last night was put him thru test
Should’ve listened, watched where he lurked..
Just to go see her and get stabbed in the chest
Saturday
Protected he might’ve been..
But he went back for more..
Did bother to look jus left bare skin
Thought nothing of Friday still walked out the door..
Walked right to the guys, thought he could win.
Last time he talked shit but this time even more..
Got jumped once…but this was only to begin.
Sunday
Now hes sick of this shit
And all he has gone thru
But he wont give up he jus cant quit
So he went and got some recruits
This time it was to get there head split
They went got laced wit some of the finest suits
Murder was what they were gonna commit
Pipes, gats..What ever they can get. Steel toe boots..
Monday
The time was come..
Nowhere to run..
They all got some..
Ready for fun..
They got vans full of men
All strapped and ready for war
Thinks why does shit gotta happen again
Nothing to be seen but blood and gore..
Set up was in place..
Bandanas over the face..
Wanting to hit an run like a fuckin race
Leaving nothing to trace..
The men came out empty handed..
50 others came out and left there name branded
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To Be continued