| Joe , Justaman/Soundfreak | |
| Peep this story, a tale of woe about an everyday kid, he's an ordinary Joe from the lego bricks to the kiddie TV shows he like Reddie-Brek, biscuits and eskimo roll. But young souls need a golden path and a holding hand to navigate the dark and not a scolding man with a hating heart with no hand to give and well that's Joe's father. It's kinda dark, and that's a shame but there's many a kid who bares many a pain, and it's rare they blame, they never known other ways, they hold it all inside then understand someday... one day he was walking home from school, Dad couldn't pick him up, he's all alone, that's cool, rather be stuck on his own anyday, couldn't give a ... if he was dead anyway. He likes to front but a tear hit his cheek as a street rat punk nears him on the street. One step up bold like brass, Joe's fragile and seethrough like glass. "Yo, Youngblood, gimme 10p. I need to use the 'phone and my pocket's empty!" Now Joe knows the con, but he hesitates, shruggin. Time don't wait though for no man muggin'. Joe's on the floor, no money, clothes bloody. Stops at the store on his way home. "Funny... don't I know you from somewhere buddy?.. Yeah, you're that kid that I mugged for this money! Now don't run, I got something to say... There's something you bought with this money you gave. It's a place in a family loyal and true... Now I've walked over you, you can walk with my crew!" First lesson, watch the story take a twist here, innocence lost in a mist of fear. From where the street light's dimming to city's dark limits- now Joe likes big spliffs, beers and loose women. And who's winning but the leader of the crew, got Joe on the night-shift, 9 to 2. Now the corner is his home where he sells a few bags, the customers queue and he's glad for the company. And money seems to control his world, and many seem envious of his gold. Ten peeps scheme, and a plan unfolds... they're gonna beat up Joe and steal what he's holding. But Joe's risen through the ranks of his crew, a report from his street spies and he knows the coo. "Don't know what to do, only one thing to it... I'll buy me a gun, if it comes, blast through it." Out on his spot, heartbeat's screwin, Ten hooded men got his mindstate brewin. Van pulls up slow with the bass box boomin. Moment of truth, grab the gun, get shooting.. Oh oh...in a muddle cos the gun is dud as he runs away spraying out nothing but drugs. And there's white rocks everywhere - junkie mayhem! People on their knees licking up the pavement. Ten hoods give chase but Joe evades them, finds a block of flats waits in the basement, thinks, "What a lot of crack to go to waste, and I gotta pay it back or a lot of flack I'll take. I gotta contemplate where there's more money to be made... hmmm... if I make a big score and I sell it off in eights I could treble my money, I'd be laughing all the way!" So Joe gets the gods, on tick of course, has a little sample just to check it's pure woops!.. now he's hooked on the pipe smoked up his whole stash in 3 days and 3 nights. Now from day to night, he's in the drug den, broke. He likes only one thing and that's crack pipe smoke. Need a next fix, select a victim for theft. Sees a young schoolboy walking up ahead. And it's all so familiar, but times progress... The schoolboy's got a gun and a bullet-proof vest. Joe steps up now, ready to test. Boy pulls out with the quick reflex.... Bang! Bang! you're dead..... | |