THE MAN BORN WITHOUT HAND AND LEGS
GOD DONT MAKE MISTAKESI ONCE MEET A MAN WITH NO HANDS NOR LEGS AND I COULDNT BELIEVE IT BECAUSE I WAS TOLD THIS BY A CRACKHEAD BORN WITH BOTH HANDS AND LEGS
WHEN I FINALLY GOT THE CHANCE TO SEE THIS MAN BORN WITHOUT HANDS AND LEGS OH WHAT A AMAZING SIGHT I MUS SAY LIKE A HOMELESS MAN ALWAYS TRING TO BEG
I WENT TO THIS PLACE WHERE THIS MAN TO BE WITHOUT HANDS STAYED AND WHEN I WENT INSIDE HIS APARTMENT I REALLY REALIZE THE CRACK HEAD MAN WITH 2 HANDS REALLY DID UNDERSTAND AND WASNT AMAIGINING FOLKS WITH OUT HANDS NOR LEGS
I STAND THERE IN A GAZE TRING NOT TO SEEM AMAZED BUT IF I COULD OF SEEN MY OWN FACE
I WOULD BE LIKE THIS IS SOME INCREDIBLE STUFF TO PARTAKE
SO I CAME ON IN AS I SHUT THE DOOR SOFTLY BEHIND ME LOOKING DOWN TO THE MAN BEHIND 2 RECORD TURNTABLES
STITTING ON THE FLOOR I REALIZE HE HAD NO LEGS IN THIS PLACE
I WAS TOTTALLY FLOORED BUT I KEPT MY FAITH
I SPOKE OUT TO HIM HEY MAN I HEAR U A DJ SO LET ME HEAR YOU ROCK THIS PLACE I STOOD THERE GAZING AT THE SIGHT OF SOMETHING I HAVE NEVER EVER SEEN
THIS MAN WAS GRABBING RECORDS WITH KNOW FINGAS AINT THIS SOMETHING
AS HE USED HIS CHIN AND WHAT APPEAR TO BE ONLY HAVE ARMS WITH NUBBS I WAS WONDER HOW HE WOULD PICK UP THE RECARD
HE PLACED THEM DOWN ONE MY ONE AS HE SIT THERE SO POISED YOU COULD HEAR A PIN DROP BEACUSE THERE WAS NO NOISE AS HE BEGAN TO PLAY THE RECARD
HE BEGAN TO MIXXED SO GRACIOUSLY THAT ALL I SAW WAS A MILLION DOLLAS AND ME LOOK LIKE A SCHOLAR
BIG CAR AND LIVING LIKE A REAL ROCK STAR
AS I CAME BACK TO MY EARTH I REALIZE I WAS STILL STANDING IN FRONT OF WHAT I KNOW NOW I WOULD CALL A CURSE
BUT LET ME NOT JUDGE KNOWONE BECAUSE WE ALL GONE TAKE A RIDE IN THAT BLACK HEARST
I GAVE THE MAN BORN WITH NO HANDS A CONTRACT AND HE SIGN IT THATS HOW IT ALL BEGAN LITTLE DID I KNOW I SHOULD A LISTEN TO HIS MOMMA THEN
SHE TOLD ME HE WAS A LIAR AND I WAS NIEVE TO BELIEVE HE WAS A LIAR HOW COULD THIS BE? A MAN THAT WAS SHORT HANDED BE A LIEING MAN
I KNOW NOW WHY GOD MADE HIM SHORT STUMPY GRUMPY AND DID AWAY WITH HIS LEGS SO THAT HE ONLY COULD THINK WITH HIS HEAD
HE WAS KINIVING TRIVING AND ALWAYS LIEING AND I COULD NOT TRUST HIM WITH HIS SKEEMING DEAMON BEING SPIRIT HEAVEY AS LEAD
HE WOULD ALWAYS SAY GOD BETTER HAD NOT GAVE ME HAND S AND LEGS BECAUSE I WOULD BE ROBBING FOLKS AND WOULDNT CARE IF LEFT THEM ALIVE OR DEAD WITH A BULLET WOUND TO THE HEAD.
IT TOOK MANY YEARS FOR ME TO UNDERSTAND THAT THIS MAN WAS SO EVIL I COULD BURY HIM ALIVE WHILE I SMOKE A CIGAR AND WATCH HIM TAKE HIS LAST BREATH BENEATH THE DIRT AS I TALK ON THE PHONE WITH TED KNOWING SOON HE WOULD BE GONE AND DEAD AND I ME MYSELF WOULD NO LONGER FEEL LIKE HEAVY LEAD.
KWAMELOVE TM
BASE ON A TRUE LIFE EXPERINCE
CP
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