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I WAS DIRT BROKE, PISS POOR DIDNT HAVE 2 NICKELS TO RUB NOR, TWO DOLLARS GOD I LIVED IN SQUALOR , I WASHED THE WINDOWS OF A IMPALA, ON THE INTERSTATE, JUST TO GET BERATED, AND SOME CHANGE THROWN , PENNIES CASCADED, PICKED EM ALL UP, GOT A BUCK
FIGURED I COULD PICK SOME BOTTLES UP, GOT A HAND TRUCK, SHOPPING CART, MADE MY WAY TO THE FOOD MART, TO TURN IT TO CHANGE, KINDA STRANGE HOW NOW IT STARTS TO RAIN NOW, SEEN A MAN WITH A BLACK BROW BLACK BRIM, BLACK FEDORA HAT KICKING ON HIS RIM, I HELPED HIM, CHANGE HIS TIRE, HE ASKED ME IF I WAS FOR HIRE, TOLD HIM I GOT NO SKILLS IM JUST A LOWLY SQUIRE, HE SAID I GOT JUST THE THING FOR A KID LIKE YOU YOUR DOWN ON YOUR LUCK I COULD HELP YOU MAKE A BUCK OR TOO,
HE SAID HIS NAMES FRANK NEVER CALL HIM FRANCIS, THE LAST THAT DID GOT HIS HAND STITCHED YOU COULDNT FIX IT WITH A BANDAGE. THE PLAN IS YOU MEET ME AT THIS SPOT TOMORROW, HERE TAKE THIS BAG DONT OPEN IT AND DONT GET FOLLOWED, I SWALLOWED, THIS WAS MY CHANCE TO ADVANCE,
I GRABBED THE BAG IN MY HANDS, THEN WENT HOME TO SLEEP, WITH ROACHES AND RATS, BUT I WAS NERVOUS,
TOSSIN TURNIN, YO WHAT WAS IN THIS BAG, YO I WAS YEARNING, I HAD TO TAKE A REALLY QUICK GLANCE,
SO I LOOKED IN AND THEN SON, MY VISION WAS STUNNED, IT WAS A GUN,
A CZ, VZ, 61, THEY CALL IT A SKORPION IN THE SLUMS, OF THE CHECK REPUBLIC, AND NEXT TO THAT WAS SOME BRICKS OF SOME POWDERED SUBSTANCE.
I COULD OF TOOK THE BAG AND JUST BEEN STRAIGHT, BUT I WAS NAUSEOUS, CAUSE FROM THE MOB IT'S HARD TO ESCAPE, SO I'LL BE CAUTIOUS JUST MAKE THE DROP AND COUNT UP MY PAPES, I HAD MAD ENERGY, SO I JUST STAYED AWAKE, I MADE BREAKFAST A HUGE HUNK OF FREE CHEESE AND POWDERED EGG SHIT, IM RESTLESS SO I WENT EARLY TO COLLECT THIS, I SAW FRANK HANGING WITH WHAT LOOKED LIKE A DETECTIVE, BY A LEXUS TINTED OUT WITH SIX ANTENNAS, I HEARD FRANK REFER TO THE COP AS MCMANNUS, HE ATE BANNANAS AND THEN HE TOLD HIM WHAT THE PLAN IS, I HID BEHIND A HUMVEE, HE TOLD THE COP HE FOUND A JUNKY, TO PIN THE MURDER ON, I FRAMED HIM UP, WHAT A DUMMY, HE SHOULD BE HERE ABOUT SIX, HE GOT A BAG FILLED WITH BRICKS, PLUS THE GUN AND SOME CLIPS, I THOUGHT SHIT, I REALLY WAS A FOOL TO JUST TRUST THAT FRANK, I PICKED UP A RAG, AND SHOVED IT IN THE COPS GAS TANK, THE EXPLOSION WAS SUDDEN, LOUD THUNDERCLAPS FRANK WAS RUNNING, MCMANNUS BOUGHT IT, A TICKET STRAIGHT TO SATANS DUNGEON, PULLED OUT THE CZ EZ, THE SMOKE BILLOWED, I PUT A HOLE IN THE DT, STEPPED OUT THE SMOKE REAL SLOW, NOT WHEEZING BUT HOT SQUEEZING, SAY BLESS YOU FRANK THE SCORPION IS SNEEZING, BUT THIS IS BULLETS NOT BOOGAS, I SHOT HIM IN HIS TOOKAS, HE FELL TO THE GROUND, WE HAD SOME ON LOOKERS NOW, I TRIED TO CALM EM ALL DOWN, I TOLD EM I WAS POLICE, NOTHING TO SEE HERE FOLKS, HE GRABBED HIS PIECE I SHOT HIM ONCE AGAIN IN HIS THROAT.
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