Rufus Murry Jr
Little Gangster Man
To be born in a Foriegn land, with no one to help you to survive, you survive the best way
you learn how. You learn to steal,you learn to rob,then you learn to lay them to rest in a certain
To decapatate a body in a place of blood letting filth, the mark of a man, who did what he had
to do to survive.To leave all that he had stole in a ground floor vault,a tumm. For how many ear,s
to hear, how many eye,s to see.
To get incarcerated and leave how much behind, as time passed how many heard those whisp-
er,s of a gangster,s fortune. Those that did waited for the right time, that time would be when they
became consummed in any other big happening, then they would step out in another direction.
All he fought for,all he killed for, not getting the chance to enjoy how much of his take. Little
Gangster Man, he robbed would steal, he killed for his life, until the same happened to him.
Gangster,s never die,they live on in the mind,s of other,s. To live on in the mind,s of other,s,
I have killed before, and so shall I be killed. An eye for an eye, although Death be My Name.
In this world there is no repentance,There is no Forgiveness.
Written By Mr. Rufus Murry Jr.
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Veröffentlicht auf e-Stories.org am 09.06.2012.