LiL Boy

Once upon a time not to long ago, when laws were stern and justice stood, majority of people in society lived a good extravagant life. This one little boy was an exception that didn't fit that image, he did numerous things that would play games with his conscience. He was misled, by another lil' boy who preached a few words, that his weak conscience enjoyed hearing: "Me & You, we gonna make sum cash, robbin' old folks and making the dash", they went about their business, and inherited some wealth with ease.

After a year of creating trouble and causing mischief in the land, the little boy could not stop; it was like he had been possessed by a disease. He robbed and robbed one after the other; he got to a point where his conscience probably wouldn't deny him of robbing his own sister or brother. Finally the little boy met his match; he finally met up with consequence. The little boy tried to rob a man one night who was an undercover, the cop grabbed his arm, and said "Keep still, boy, you are under arrest." The cop punched him in his belly and gave him a slap, but little did he know the lil' boy was strapped, the kid pulled out a gun, and asked the undercover a simple but freighting question "Why'd ya hit me?” and set straight for the cop's kidney. He got loose, started too dashed and ran around the block.

The little boy thought he was free, but shots were fired at his head so he decided he'd head for the subway stations. He was running at top speed till he was out of breath, then he made his move to an abandoned building to get some rest. He ran up the stairs, to the top floor, kicked down the door and realized it was filled with many dope heads. He made a quick uturn outside, but there were cops all over, he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova, Raced up the block doing 83, but crashed into a tree.


The lil boy hopped out of the car, gripped his fire arm and rat-a-tat-tatted at the cops who scattered all over the neighborhood. The little boy quickly ran out of bullets, grabbed a pregnant lady and pulled out the automatic. He pointed at her head, said the gun was full o' lead, and told the cops (Back off or honey here's dead). Deep inside his heart he knew he was wrong, so he let the lady go and started to run for the freedom he was soon going to loose, the sirens sounded. It didn't take long for the cops to surround the little boy, with the drop of his gun, his glory faded away, and his story came to a closure. He was only seventeen, in a madman's body; the cops shot the kid ending the dream of my friend.