🔵 By Charles Summers. Photo by lauragrafie.
A kid lost his childhood with one swing of a metal pipe, one pull off a smoker’s pipe, this kid was left alone early on in life, confused on what to do, where to go, and who to trust, he dropped his nuts, got in the streets to get his game up, no time for fantasy living, the gkitty streets is his world and it’s survival of the fittest, the strong run over the timid, eye for an eye there’s no room for forgiveness. It was a cold vision seeing this kid through clouded lenses, hopelessly living with a blind ambition, fighting day in and day out not to become another victim.
This life isn’t a game, it will leave you mentally drained, and have you chasing spirits just to run from the pain, this kid is no different, with everything going on he’s mentally missing, too many bad decisions, now he fits the description, another tragic end for a kid who was already a victim.