Post by chance on Jun 27, 2008 14:31:35 GMT -6
Life is reality, one second things can be perfect the next they go downhill. I was sitting at home listening to a song, drowning my thoughts. Numbing pain from my body, letting the lyrics soothe my soul.
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows
no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child
And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
His fuckin' dad walkin' out
I can remember that day, he left I would have too. But a fifteen year old can’t live on his own, especially when his mom still needs his help. Dad could have tried, maybe mom would not cry every night.
Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose
His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions
go
My phone rings, I grab it and lay back in my chair.
Chance: Yello
Danny: Jek man, you need to come down to the hospital, not a lot of time to explain.
Chance: Okay man I’m coming right now
I grab my hat and run down the stairs, I run into my “dad”, and everyone else turns around.
Dad: Where you going Alex?
Chance: I need to go to the hospital, so can you drive me?
Dad: Son what happened?
Chance: Either take me now or I’ll run there.
He takes me in the car the drive is silent, I close the door and run inside. The nurse is eating a cake, I basically yell at her.
Chance: I’m here to see Danny Kizz, I need to know where he is.
Nurse: Room 125
Chance: Thanks
I dart up the stairs and basically bust open the door. Kat is laying on the bed with Ryan and Danny sitting next to her. I tear up, not afraid to admit it.
Kat-
Danny-
Ryan-
Danny: Jek, Its just a broken leg and some cuts, the doctors said she will be okay. It was a car accident, some person ran into us, I have a broken arm. She can leave in a few hours, right now she needs to rest.
Chance: Can I talk to her?
Ryan: Sure man, Danny lets go get Kat something to eat.
Danny: Yeah I hate the food here.
They leave the room and the tears start to swell from my eyes. I kneel next to Kat and hold her hand. The sheets move up and down, paced at her breath.
Chance: Kat..I hope you can hear me…I hope your okay…I guess me and Ryan will be the only ones wrestling for a while…I guess you need some rest.
I think of how I can ease her pain, the only way I know how to.
Chance: You’re gonna get better soon, you and me will be out of here by noon.
Rest your head get some sleep, and just dream.
Things are not always bad, just wish I could find my dad.
You’re the sweetest girl I ever knew, I want you to know that I still love you.
I rest my head against her body, as we dream sweet dreams.
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True story that happened yesturday
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows
no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child
And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
His fuckin' dad walkin' out
I can remember that day, he left I would have too. But a fifteen year old can’t live on his own, especially when his mom still needs his help. Dad could have tried, maybe mom would not cry every night.
Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose
His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions
go
My phone rings, I grab it and lay back in my chair.
Chance: Yello
Danny: Jek man, you need to come down to the hospital, not a lot of time to explain.
Chance: Okay man I’m coming right now
I grab my hat and run down the stairs, I run into my “dad”, and everyone else turns around.
Dad: Where you going Alex?
Chance: I need to go to the hospital, so can you drive me?
Dad: Son what happened?
Chance: Either take me now or I’ll run there.
He takes me in the car the drive is silent, I close the door and run inside. The nurse is eating a cake, I basically yell at her.
Chance: I’m here to see Danny Kizz, I need to know where he is.
Nurse: Room 125
Chance: Thanks
I dart up the stairs and basically bust open the door. Kat is laying on the bed with Ryan and Danny sitting next to her. I tear up, not afraid to admit it.
Kat-
Danny-
Ryan-
Danny: Jek, Its just a broken leg and some cuts, the doctors said she will be okay. It was a car accident, some person ran into us, I have a broken arm. She can leave in a few hours, right now she needs to rest.
Chance: Can I talk to her?
Ryan: Sure man, Danny lets go get Kat something to eat.
Danny: Yeah I hate the food here.
They leave the room and the tears start to swell from my eyes. I kneel next to Kat and hold her hand. The sheets move up and down, paced at her breath.
Chance: Kat..I hope you can hear me…I hope your okay…I guess me and Ryan will be the only ones wrestling for a while…I guess you need some rest.
I think of how I can ease her pain, the only way I know how to.
Chance: You’re gonna get better soon, you and me will be out of here by noon.
Rest your head get some sleep, and just dream.
Things are not always bad, just wish I could find my dad.
You’re the sweetest girl I ever knew, I want you to know that I still love you.
I rest my head against her body, as we dream sweet dreams.
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True story that happened yesturday