Stories of the Unfortunate

[Verse 1] 5:47 PM on a Monday He sees the birth of his son, and wishes someday that he will become the person he can look up to So his son can live a life that he’s supposed 2 years go by and all is well It’s been seven whole years since he was in jail Fuckin’ around with niggas, thinking he was cool He was 18, about to graduate from school Thinking he knew better than what his parents said Next thing he knew, he laid on a penitentiary bed He wanted to find a way out But then he got in contact with a nigga to bail him out As long as he moved weight, and never complained As long as he killed niggas, and never felt shame He never realized the life he lived was full of sin, and that he would never win It never hit him ‘til he had a child of his own It takes seven whole years for him to be grown While he reminisces on life, he hears a hard knock on the door Paranoid, he grabs the Glock To his surprise nobody would wake up even though it was loud as fuck in the mornin’ He thinks it’s the reaper, so he won’t answer Until someone kicked in the door, and then started blastin’ An unfinished birthday cake in the kitchen While he laid on the floor and started wishing that he had more time to live But it was too late, he got killed by a nigga who wanted revenge Now the son that he loved would be a bastard Had only he’d known a pastor to save him from the life he lived Welcome to the stories of the unfortunate [Verse 2] At seven years old, the only thing he ever knew was living in a foster home With a 5-year-old sister by his side, he always had a reason to survive He had to make sure that he was always there to make sure that his sister was never scared In any type of weather, any type of environment The warmth and shelter, he had to provide it Fast forward ten years later He was making choices he shouldn't have made Up until 3 AM, ridin’ around town Cause he was hanging around the wrong crowd Sooner or later, he started to gang bang And lookin’ for other niggas who was doing the same thing Until one night, one of his homies hit him up Talkin’ about he found some hoes who down to fuck So he said “Alright, I’ll be there in a minute” Took a stroll down the road, and then what he expected was not what he saw Two lookin' hard ass niggas as they see him in his car at a red light Paranoid as hell, he steps on the gas, and turns right Calls up his homie, no answer, so he calls it a night Except he sees seven missed calls straight from his sister He rushes home, and takes out his pistol She laid flat on the floor, dead Bruised up body and marks on her head It finally sinked in: he was not even supposed to be alive But here’s the twist: yes, it was a set up But had he stayed home and protected his sister, they would’ve both died His friend was looking out for him [Verse 3] She wakes up from a loud sound She cannot find her man, she looks around Her son’s fast asleep and does not awake She goes down to check on his birthday cake Her boyfriend collapses She doesn't know what to do, she fucking panics By this time her son starts to wake up crying She goes to his aid and takes the pacifier, puts it in his mouth He closes his eyes and passes out Today marks the day of two years living on Earth And they have to put his father in the dirt What’s even more tragic than that? In two months, she would have a daughter without a dad She thinking what the hell is she supposed to do now that she lost her man to a .22 She hears him callin’ She calls back to him, and she’s bawlin' Tears running down they face And he hates himself for not living in better ways A few moments go by, and he dies (Pause) A year goes by with her daughter and son With no family in sight, she’s the only one to ever care for ‘em Until she runs out of finances to pay for ‘em She sends them off to a foster home She’s done with life and she can’t hold on no more So as they begin they’re journey in life This is where she chooses to end hers, no good-byes