Dont Let The Dream Die Poem by phillip seymore

i know this one kid that liked to rap he use to sit on his front prorch and adjust his wave cap with his pen and pad he fittled with his hat pulling it once forward and tugging it rate back just the beat and his soul he wasnt worried about the stack saw that man on stage and said i wanna be just like that and one day his parrents got capped he layed there for hours putting tears in there lap then awoke from writting his last rap with a long beep his heart dropped from the line going flat he put his head down and put a pool of tears in his hat then walked away kicking rocks as his life flashed started thinking of ways to get that fast cash bt didnt know that fast cash will make him die fast pain and anger brought memories of his dark and cold past he tried to go to school but couldnt stand class it was suicide when turned to the street when he knew he wouldnt last but sorrow and frustration became his new cast untill nothing but darkness was held behind a mask it was a car depending on fumes for gas until a rival crew stoped his car fast pulling out his battery trying to find cash as he layed there watching his present flash to his past he dug through his bag for his pad and his pen knowing it was the end he thought of some rhymes but it didnt make it to his pen he said sorry to his parents and closed his eyes amen as the next day came they out lined his soul in chalk pulled back the tape saying please dont walk and when people came to the tape they came to a halt tears dropping to the street cries yelling it was all my falt and a few weeks later the culprit got caught heard about his victims story he layed his head down embarrsed to talk or reply he started to think of the day he used to have pride and his dreams was way up in the sky but had a chance to succeed cause his pen was his high