MaCRonI
07-03-07, 04:13 PM
its ya bouy........back again:king:
Another morning, chompin’ on a McDonalds biscuits, coffee sippin’/
I walk into a Bank entrance, everybody mindin’ they own business/
Oblivious, with the intent to create an account with higher interest/
So I get into aisle, wait awhile, within an instant, from a distance/
my peripheral caught a strange glisten, it concerned me, it wasn’t currency/
My heart beat with a sense of urgency, horrid thoughts occurred to me/
Could it be a prophecy of emergency , fightin’ to retain my courtesy/
the person kept acting curiously, but I purposely didn’t alert the security/
a fellow banker began to cry out, as pistol poked its lips out to whistle/
Hawk a metallic loogey out its bristles, it tore the ceiling down just a little/
as the sound of a gunshot made, air molecules began to ripple/
It flickered on the nervous reactions of my mental, I began to tremble/
A loud voice screeches,” EVERBODY FLAT ON THE GROUND”/
“KEEP YA FACES DOWN, NO ONE MAKE A ****IN SOUND.”/
my calm was nowhere to be found, my heart continued to pound/
thumping vigorously, The robber went about meticulously/
Particularly having all the accountants stand at gunpoint/
Directing his orders to the clerks and bankers he’d anoint/
To open the safes and vaults, takin it all, each dead president/
Clutched tightly and shoved into a new trash bag residence/
He thought some of his hostages pessimist, expressed his resentment/
Unsettled my sentiment, fearing I’d become part of the dirt sediment/
Behind my back, picked my cellie and texted 911, a voice began questionin’/
Askin’ things irrelevant, I whispered the situation with a speech impediment/
They planned to send a police regiment, the robber saw subliminal messages/
Through my facial elements, evidence of damning testiment, I grew hesitant/
as he glanced at me, slowly striding towards me, His voice raspy as he asked me/
“Why you acting so suspect, ***** ?”, and with vigor, my nightmare begun/
His fingertips on a nickel-plated tongue, his mood high-strung, sweat began to run/
Hyperventilating from my lungs, to my cell phone my entire future clung/
My anxiety sprung, my arm stuck on the 9 key, I whimpered silently/
shaking violently, as his grip around the gun, slowly tightening/
I tried to stash the mobile, but my arm did the opposite…lookin’ slim/
Kinda dim, My fate was underweight, until a shiver came over him/
My situation’s anorexia was fattened, an amplified voice commandin/
surrender, his temper flared, wantin’ his life sparred, things outta hand again/
Lookin like an Ethiopian during a famine, an array of busted shots/
fear retreated my thought, but returned to the prey it already caught/
my chest leakin’ marinara sauce, I slumped to the ground in shock/
Another morning, chompin’ on a McDonalds biscuits, coffee sippin’/
I walk into a Bank entrance, everybody mindin’ they own business/
Oblivious, with the intent to create an account with higher interest/
So I get into aisle, wait awhile, within an instant, from a distance/
my peripheral caught a strange glisten, it concerned me, it wasn’t currency/
My heart beat with a sense of urgency, horrid thoughts occurred to me/
Could it be a prophecy of emergency , fightin’ to retain my courtesy/
the person kept acting curiously, but I purposely didn’t alert the security/
a fellow banker began to cry out, as pistol poked its lips out to whistle/
Hawk a metallic loogey out its bristles, it tore the ceiling down just a little/
as the sound of a gunshot made, air molecules began to ripple/
It flickered on the nervous reactions of my mental, I began to tremble/
A loud voice screeches,” EVERBODY FLAT ON THE GROUND”/
“KEEP YA FACES DOWN, NO ONE MAKE A ****IN SOUND.”/
my calm was nowhere to be found, my heart continued to pound/
thumping vigorously, The robber went about meticulously/
Particularly having all the accountants stand at gunpoint/
Directing his orders to the clerks and bankers he’d anoint/
To open the safes and vaults, takin it all, each dead president/
Clutched tightly and shoved into a new trash bag residence/
He thought some of his hostages pessimist, expressed his resentment/
Unsettled my sentiment, fearing I’d become part of the dirt sediment/
Behind my back, picked my cellie and texted 911, a voice began questionin’/
Askin’ things irrelevant, I whispered the situation with a speech impediment/
They planned to send a police regiment, the robber saw subliminal messages/
Through my facial elements, evidence of damning testiment, I grew hesitant/
as he glanced at me, slowly striding towards me, His voice raspy as he asked me/
“Why you acting so suspect, ***** ?”, and with vigor, my nightmare begun/
His fingertips on a nickel-plated tongue, his mood high-strung, sweat began to run/
Hyperventilating from my lungs, to my cell phone my entire future clung/
My anxiety sprung, my arm stuck on the 9 key, I whimpered silently/
shaking violently, as his grip around the gun, slowly tightening/
I tried to stash the mobile, but my arm did the opposite…lookin’ slim/
Kinda dim, My fate was underweight, until a shiver came over him/
My situation’s anorexia was fattened, an amplified voice commandin/
surrender, his temper flared, wantin’ his life sparred, things outta hand again/
Lookin like an Ethiopian during a famine, an array of busted shots/
fear retreated my thought, but returned to the prey it already caught/
my chest leakin’ marinara sauce, I slumped to the ground in shock/