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Benny was born at a quarter-to-three
His mother Agatha was a whore-n-a-fiend
His father crashed on the way-to-witness, the coroner-deemed
That his fate-had-finished, out the door-was-her-dreams
To become a great-in-business , she roared-n-she-screamed
Her faith-diminished she cursed the lord-while-she-seemed
To hate-n-grimace at anyone who passed-by
Under the floor-with-her-schemes to rape-the-illness of
Ghosts living passed-lives
She had to stoop-low-to-earn , for her son to live-a-better-life
But got duped-every-turn, no cash, couldn’t give-another-night
To a shelter where she was raped, with-a-mugger’s-knife
To her throat, till she would bleed-n-repress
Begged for a single-time, a nigga wouldn’t need-to-reap-sex
She had a dime-to-her-name, she still spared a nickel-quite often, thinking of how she used to plead-fo-free-checks
She knew she had-to-escape of this life-so-unfair
Tried to run from it all, but her hands tied-to-her-hair
Left beaten-bloodied-n-bruised, taken-from-the-streets
Filled her with semen-buddies-n-booze , recorded it all to sell to the rapist-industry
Amateur porn, as they call it, vaguest-in-the-sheet
During-this-time Benny was left-all-alone
Maturing-in-time learning about theft-in-the-home
Premonition-ability predicting a death-all-alone
Life’s demolition-affinity showing-it’s-true-face
For he found a piece of chalk-n-a-tube
N with it a .44 cocked-n-abused
Who’s it belong to? Nobody-knew, and no one will-know
But it put a few-holes, in a homies window
He eyed it, as your view-goes, he’d highly despite, but life twists-yo
So he took it, and fired-off a couple of test-shots, thought he seen satan
Neighbours inquired-on n then pressed-on the location
But the police were fed-up, of being hated-n-spit-at
But they wanted to get the arrests-up, no time wasted-to-spit-gats
On that, one died-n-one-did-nearly
But only one mom cried-that-night-in-philly
N the one who dead got shot by the one who did nearly
With the neighbours son’s opitcals-red, and Benny slowly dying In a hospital-bed
But only the neighbours mom could-cry cause Benny’s was thrown-in-a-ditch
N the whole hood-sighed, for it had happened before, with a nigga named sloan-n-his-bitch
But Benny’s mom was breathing, tho she didn’t-want-to
Both blamed the cops, Mind twisted-n-screwed, for the harm they had gone-through
Later that night, Benny went to an adoption-centre
Where you’ll find the sons n daughters of the dead,fiends, n the-common-sinners
But they grew a hierarchy, brutal-system with their methods for the low usually-animalistic
Benny grew n learned crucial-wisdom, to combat the evil of users, fiends-those-who-are-sadistic
A nigga in particular, a motherfucker named-Markus
Beat up, Injured n nearly killed, anyone he wanted without a tainted-conscious
He knew too much for his age, and grew up with fame-for-his
Famous case of dad’s fascination with tape and rape
So Markus Raj and tried to escape his fate
but his father’s wickedness caught up, beat him so hard he changed-his-face
But his appearance wasn’t the only thing left altered
Cause his father didn’t realize his son’s soul he had slaughtered
So one night, Markus took a knife and murdered him in cold-blood
Ran away and tried to join some bold-bloods
And they taught him life, from a twisted perspective
And sometimes, he wished heat would end it
So he could die a quick death and not to become a sick villain
But he got caught, cops showed up and he got licked-with-it
Became selfish and wicked, even by age not restricted
Only 14 at the time, his actions still sickening
Got away by listening then chickening
Ratted out his whole gang, another chance at life was his prize
Cops should’ve seen it, for he had the devil’s soul past his eyes
Back to our story of murder rape and allegory
Benny saw Markus beating up girls and younger kids
But didn’t step in
Because not everyone’s meant to be a hero, at least not a direct one anyway
Because everyone’s a hero, even villains, in their own way
But someone else stepped in, but he got beaten too
Markus became the king of the hierarchy, and the chieftain of a crew
To make everyone else miserable and live their lives in hell
To them sweet revenge not missable, they all hid their knives well
One day he started eying a young girl, 4 years younger exact
He mentally tortured her, said words I can’t re-enact
So Benny went up to her, white girl named-anne, same age 12
Exchanged names of themselves, every day he came-sat
Right next to her, mind perplexed at every word
Cause like he too, she was born into a life of injustice
Lived at the edge of the knife-or-cutlass
But what she said after, Benny knew-was-bad
Anne’s was a member of the klu-klux-klan
Benny was taken aback, he hadn’t taken her for a racist
But to him it was only a word, but he couldn’t understand the concept, not in the vaguest
Learned it from his Mom’s Ex, but his knowledge was too basic
But he knew what the the word-was-revealing
Wanted to leave fleeting
But the human in him, didn’t want to hurt-her-feelings
They seen each other less n less, only an occasional-glance
But couldn’t stay separate, navigational-advance
They wouldn’t let their influences separate-them
Snuck out when things were getting-late-and
Talked for hours, relaying-tales-n-some-stories
Both relating-not-with-details-but-glory
Glory to the fact that they survived what they did.
And that they didn’t get indoctrined as kids
Eventually respect turned to friendship
They’d help each other when the other felt helpless
Helped each other grow, and at the age of fourteen
A glimpse of hope, a scene that only appears in your dreams
Because they turned to love
The only thing that matters when shit gets rough
So Benny lead Anne to the roof and then took a stance
He took her hand and asked for a dance
They did for hours, as if struck in a trance
N then Benny Decided to make an advance
He asked for a kiss, nothing more than this
What were you thinking sick fuck? These were just kids!
But they did, and temporarily had a moment of bliss
Every night they went up and did the same
Overcoming race, poverty, and everything in the game
But one night, while in a moment of passion
The hierarchy made an action, something you wouldn’t expect to happen

So remember, never cry Elysian-Tears
Entities that can’t harm you are the least-of-your-fears
Only worry about niggas that are here-on-the-earth
Spiritual Powers are just fear-without-worth
But depraved animals are what make you hear-about-hurt

To preface my next statement, remember the concrete jungle’s-brutal
And when in a confined space? The struggle’s-feudal
Remember Markus? Animal Carcass who’se heart’s filled with darkness?
Focused on his knife’s sharpness and becoming the hardest?
He and his crew rolled to the top, last year in the orphanage.
Already inevitably arrested, for multiple unspeakable crime
Any ounce of humanity he left on his devilish grind
His mind was flowing but his spirit was blind
And what his crew did is worse than a pack of rabid-animals
They lust for flesh and blood, and moved fast like rapid-cannibals
Markus stomped on Benny’s face, until permanent disfiguration
Animalistic Inspiration only fuelling their exhilaration
They tore off Anne’s clothes, choked her till she couldn’t speak
Beat her till she was weak, and blood seeped
They tore her up inside, she felt everything burn
Not just her body, but her innocence and soul taken, worse than anyone could ever deserve
And she cried for god but it was pointless
Her screams drowned out by the demons moans so joyous
Forced bloody coitus
Eventually the cops came again, and arrested them in the act
Benny couldn’t scream in pain for an entity of another plane, his fate had been hacked
Later that month, Anne killed herself, without looking back

So remember, never cry Elysian-Tears
Entities that can’t harm you are the least-of-your-fears
Only worry about niggas that are here-on-the-earth
Spiritual Powers are just fear-without-worth
But depraved animals are what make you hear-about-hurt

10 years later, Benny became a famous-rapper, had a twin pair-and-a-wife
2 platinums and next to greatness-after sharing-his-life
That everyone who struggled could relate to
Major or minor, Nobody could berate or hate it
for it was real, not fake or shaped, raw and uncut the facts he would state.
Most Disturbing part to Benny? Every industry’s the same
For a chance at a penny, anyone takes aim, willing to put a nigga in his grave
Even though both worked hard like a slave, because Money’s all they crave.
But who can you blame? Big brother set it up that way.
But Benny didn’t fall again, all his money he had gave for a better cause
Tryna fix society’s flaws.
And one day an elderly woman came to him with a stutter
Claimed she came from the gutter, a place where justice comes slow
Provided details nobody else could know, but what she said made Benny shudder
Cause the ragged husk of life in front him was his own mother
His heart grew cold but his legs were number
Couldn’t decide whether to love her or smother
Didn’t know what she sacrificed her life, just for him
Frequesnting arrests n sins, but he wouldn’t know, and he wouldn’t understand
A mother’s love is only something you can know firsthand
But he accepted her into her life, and began to cherish her more
They talked about the “perishing corpse
Both society as a whole, and the people that they love”
No time for gore or war, only love-and-peace
Benny had a heart, despite being tough-with-pieces
Knew the rich and elite, where the only one who deserved it.
And even then choices slim, cause there were some who had earned it.
But the night that broke Benny was just a-day-ahead
Because everything he even knew was taken-again

So remember, never cry Elysian-Tears
Entities that can’t harm you are the least-of-your-fears
Only worry about niggas that are here-on-the-earth
Spiritual Powers are just fear-without-worth
But depraved animals are what make you hear-about-hurt

A home invasion, Blood Poured-down-her-forehead
As Knife Boared-Into-Cortex
Sound of bone-crunching
Benny lay at home-crutching , his stomach
Everything he worked for turned to rubbish.
Two deaths-so-inhumane that no words-could-describe it
Ending with sweat-n-then-propane, Their bodies then the burning-beside-it
A tale with no punchline, no joy, just an abrupt-ending
But That’s what usually happens, cause if there’s life’s, you’ll see the corrupt-spreading
Sometime you have to face-the-facts that there is no happy finish
And that when the darkness fades-to-Black all that can happen has finished

So remember, never cry Elysian-Tears
Entities that can’t harm you are the least-of-your-fears
Only worry about niggas that are here-on-the-earth
Spiritual Powers are just fear-without-worth
But depraved animals are what make you hear-about-hurt

---------- Post added at 07:41 AM ---------- Previous post was at 07:38 AM ----------

This is a “freestyle” I made these past two hours. Each verse was a freestyle that I ended with a chorus that stuck with me that I made a few days ago. I made the story up as I went and tried to fit in as many themes/concepts/parallel plots/foils as possible. I decided where to end the verses when I felt they I wanted to switch onto the next aspect of the story
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---------- Post added at 07:42 AM ---------- Previous post was at 07:41 AM ----------

Also if the rhymings bad, I didn’t want to sacrifice story for rhyming, especially when I was focusing on the story when I made this