Red N Blue
They are colors
They are gangs
They are red
They are blue
They are cars
They are clothes
They are red
They are blue
They are world destruction
They are world piece
They are red
They are blue
They are beginnings
They are ends
They are red
They are blue
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
3 Friends
“Hah,” screamed Lito like a sissified baby. He heard something in the dark, shadowy alley he was walking in. His friend Narvell hit in the head with weak force saying, “shut up retard.”
Lito replied, “you punk I heard something.”
“Sure” Narvell replied. They were walking down the alley to go see their goofy friend Mac.
Narvell stopped at a porch with a dark green porch light. Narvell asked, “is this Mac’s house.” Lito snapped “dough you stupid monkey.”
Lito attempting to knock on the door but jumped when Mac automatically opened the door.
“Shut up retards your going to wake my mom.”
“Fine” Lito snapped.
“Lets roll fools” Narvell said.
“Ok” Mac replied.
The three walked down the dark, lonely, soundless alley. Pop pop pop Lito fell with a surprised look. They looked at his stone face. He was dead.
“Auh go go,” Narvell shouted.
They were racing down the street Mac in the lead breathing harder than ever. They finally stopped in a tunnel close to the projects.
Pop pop Navell dropped looking tired. Mac saw Narvells body bounce like a ball. He was dead. The boy with the gun came up on Mac and pulled his hood off.
“What’s up?” Shawn said. Pop.
“Hah,” screamed Lito like a sissified baby. He heard something in the dark, shadowy alley he was walking in. His friend Narvell hit in the head with weak force saying, “shut up retard.”
Lito replied, “you punk I heard something.”
“Sure” Narvell replied. They were walking down the alley to go see their goofy friend Mac.
Narvell stopped at a porch with a dark green porch light. Narvell asked, “is this Mac’s house.” Lito snapped “dough you stupid monkey.”
Lito attempting to knock on the door but jumped when Mac automatically opened the door.
“Shut up retards your going to wake my mom.”
“Fine” Lito snapped.
“Lets roll fools” Narvell said.
“Ok” Mac replied.
The three walked down the dark, lonely, soundless alley. Pop pop pop Lito fell with a surprised look. They looked at his stone face. He was dead.
“Auh go go,” Narvell shouted.
They were racing down the street Mac in the lead breathing harder than ever. They finally stopped in a tunnel close to the projects.
Pop pop Navell dropped looking tired. Mac saw Narvells body bounce like a ball. He was dead. The boy with the gun came up on Mac and pulled his hood off.
“What’s up?” Shawn said. Pop.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
friend piece
A great word that describes me as a friend is loyal. This word describes me because im loyal. Im loyal to all my friends by not snitching, trusting them, and having thier back. For example if my friends was going to fight 10 people I will be there to help them no matter what. That's what word describes me as a friend and that's what I do to no.
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