Project Protein
Gun shots in the night, mommy pulls baby closer Wasted lives blend in with the dark of night—waiting on the next fix; Protectors, no more than fifteen, guard the neighborhood from enemies And the unknown…the hardware goes click. One baby cries as another is produced, one baller begins to spiral downward One boy becomes a man, though the law isn’t in agreement; From bringin’ home the bacon, to bringin’ in the ‘dough’: man of the house to respected head of his neighborhood…becoming what is needed.... Sign in to see full entry.