Thexdeathxofxaxfriend Poem by Mista Bentley

Every morning I walk to my spot,
I hang with my friends,
I hang with the lot,
But I can't enjoy myself,
When I am in shock,
I clearly see my 'friend',
Careless of my sought,
She does not see me,
No... She does not,
She holds a 9 caliber,
And I have been shot,
Between the eyes,
And I've have been hypnotized,
To believe it was not,
Fatal,
From then I was labeled,
Dead,
In reality I was only disabled.

11/19/09
R*I*P
Princess