Open Mic: Ruptured Kicks

Chillin in the crib, about to spark up a blunt,

A nice phillie, celebrate the start of the month.

As hard as it was, to barge in and bug,

My better half, to let me grab, a spark for the nugs.

It didnt matter, shorty says I need to depart for the drug-

store. Got in the car, and started it up.

It's dark and it's rough, on the road down the street.

And my wheels aint too nice, so I get out and pound my feet.

Without my keys, I start to walk...to the store for a matchbook,

It's late at night, Not safe to drive, and I'm looking half-shook.

Damn crooks, on the corner, shoot them a bad look.

You could tell these cats, were some wack rooks.

Damn shook, at the sight of a milado goon and shit.

Never seen a goon before, I could tell they were new to this.

Screw the shit...they aint worth it goon, keep movin kid.

Through the crips, and out the cut...I made it to the druggy,

Same crackhead outside, spanging, trying to bug me.

He's lucky, I'm in a good mood. He should go back to his matresses.

So I go inside, and look for where the matches is...after this.

I'm finna ask a bitch, why the matches only come in packages.

Of 500. Got the sparks and tried runnin...across the street, I didn't see the lights coming.

Now I've done it. Next thing I know, my feet are in the air, and my kicks are off my feet.

And this Silver sedan, knocked and threw me across the street. Forgot my sneaks.

Rocked and beat, I remember not moving much.

And that taco for dinner, I went and threw it up. Through the cut,T

These cats came out...a dude and two dames. I remember the smell of butane,

As I tried to crusade to where my shoes laid. Too late, I can't move. Then I blacked out.

Woke up...in something that looked like a rich crackhouse. Smashmouth,

Playing on the stereo. The dude was clean cut, sure was hairy though.

Will they let me go? Honey comes up to my side,

Nice piece of ass, something I wouldnt hate to ride.

Dame's a dime. Had a dress cut off at the nipples,

She saw me coming to, and she scoffed and then giggled.

I coughed, feelin riddled. My whole body was aching.

I said hold up, there must be some mistake, see.

Debating, with these people, telling them I gotta leave.

But then honey creeped up on me, and sat atop my knee.

I had to stop the sleaze...she was crushing my leg.

Feeling the lump and the blood, where they had busted my head.

Enough had been said...I pushed honey off and bounced,

Got back to the crib, tried running to the couch.

Funny, I was out...for a while...went upstairs and grabbed the misses.

Had her dial emergency, and bring some ambulences...

Damn this shit is, fucked up. All I wanted was a blunt,

But now my body's broken, and I'm walking like I'm drunk.

The cops were showin up. Didn't knock just trifled in.

Got me to the hospital, where I was prescribed some vicodin.

Try to flip, this shit...it's about 8 dollars a pop.

Sometimes it pays, when you're calling the cops

Swallowed a lot...and now, I'm writing this shit.

A broken collar bone, gettin treated like a sick kid.

Addicted, to my blunts. I pull out one from the package

Got hit by a car, Left with a a few fractures, and scratches.

Damnit. This is some wack shit...does anyone have a match? Shit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is probably wack as fuck...but yeah..Im on the vicodin right now...and I figured it be kinda funny to write some extremely long shit...I got hit by a car last night...waited in the hospital for 4 hours....got some vicodin...broken collarbone...and some slight head trauma...other than that I'm fine...whats a trip though are the people that hit me..appearantly they threw me in the back...honey was sooo fine too...damn...I coulda had that shit...but yeah...finna get back at these bitches...they had a real nice house....I smell an "out of court" settlement. Yessir...hehe...PEACE