Kick, push, kick, push. He journeys down the dark lit paths
of The City of Angels. The scriptures on the walls speak of the sacred soul of his home. He is one with his board.
A magical piece of wood that grants his every wish and takes Blazer Skater wherever he desires. Steals from the rich,
takes from the poor, and gives to himself. With his head held high he rides the endless journey of what is life.
He takes a heroic hit for all the shit he has suffered, owing to the tears that hit him like bullets, as his heart drenches in blood.
With each inhale of that precious gift from god, he gets the courage to live for one more day. The nightmares that haunt him vanish as the wind takes them away and disappear into the cloud of smog overhead.
Whenever the cursed cloud gets too close he packs the hollow airways to heaven and the problem fades away, along with him.
It’s a Crip. It’s a Blood. No! it’s Blazer Skater, who’s not delirious enough to be defined to any demeaning silly gang. He rides solo, as he climbs the treacherous steel pole. With the can full of freedom of speech he marks his territory. Warning those that think they have the balls, to fuck off.
By: Anonymous
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