Billy Gray

This is a story about Billy Gray

There was a man named George and from the day he came to power he systematically manipulated the people every hour.
He was an evil kind of man with a talent to speak, so his deceit remained hidden where the rats and roaches creep. He was a product of America, greedy, and in a short time he violated almost every global treaty.
He scapegoated a race of people and generalized it, he disrespected an age old culture, and dehumanized it.
In the beginning, people thought he was dumb, but he was wise, using a tragic event to blindfold our eyes. And meanwhile in the somber face of a serpent I once heard of, he made the people believe we had to hunt shepherds.
A lot of people followed him, like a crusade, and him and his associates relaxed and got paid. Eight years passed and his pockets were laid, but because of it the American economy was drained.
Billy Gray grew up in Springfield USA, he understood what was going on but was too young to have a say. He explained to his parents, but all they had to say was: “son you’re gonna be a fine man one day.” They were too caught up in work to have time to pay attention because taxes were the highest and they struggled to fill the kitchen. And Billy’s brother lost his legs as a government henchmen, and his baby was neglected because his wife was always bitchen’.
Now things became a mission for his pops to keep his sanity, dealing with spending his whole salary on prescriptions for the family.
One day old man Gray decided, that he had enough and signed up for early retirement.
He always had an itch for lost high school times and on a sunny afternoon, he lost his mind.
He ran inside of a school with weapons he took from his veteran son, raped a girl and blew his brains out for fun.
Billy was an adolescent and grew up in the hood, where all the people do no good and say that its destiny. Even though he knew better, school was out of the question and it didn’t matter anyway because the lessons are projections of a story with no valor and a whole lot of meaning because imperialism takes a really long time to achieve. So Billy embraced the streets because his family had to eat an plus the ghetto preachers showed him more love than the teachers.
The problem was, Billy wasn’t cold hearted and mindless so the niggers assumed he was cowardly and spineless. Time after time Billy had to engage fights just to make a few dollars on the cold and pasty nights. And he had to look in the void of a hundred faceless stoned junkies, who had the nerve to try and woo him out of his money. Day after day Billy just wanted to read and be scholastic, but instead he was in the streets witnessing things that were graphic. He saw the cops brutalize a handful of his homies, and even saw a murder happen, in the middle of the park.
Billy hated his life and started not to care and the OGs looked in his eyes and saw a devil deep inside. They fronted more work and he always brought the money so they started to really like him and many times they enticed him.
They told him he should get jumped in to their set, they would have his back for life, money problems he would forget.
He rarely saw his family, just come by to drop off money, but little did he know his mom was secretly smoking his dope. He walked inside one day and they were being foreclosed and when he looked in his closet, he didn’t have any clothes.
Billy started to sink into the darkness of reality and accepted the support of his friends in his calamity. Little did he know there was a new leader with new promises and on TV he looked concerned and honest. He cared even less because suddenly the stress was molesting his mind, he thought about money all the time.
Billy was successful, but he was selling drugs and he earned respect in the street by filling some cat up with slugs. His face became commonly seen behind a cage because he was another minority who knew nothing other than rage. And the government couldn’t have people capitalizing on violence
Did I mention the middle eastern conflict was never resolved and people were deciding they could do whatever they want?
Billy’s success didn’t last because he ran out of cash, fighting court cases without taxable income and then some. The new breed of colored, self hating neglected youth were too much for Billy to compete, even with a heat. He decided a dirt nap wasn’t worth the dirty money so he changed his ways, but you know what’s funny?
Immigration was controlled and jobs were readily available but Billy had no diploma and was thought un-trainable. Schools were overcrowded with kids who got a chance to go because the educational system finally took a positive approach. Billy’s mom died, she OD’d on codeine and his brother couldn’t help much because he just lost his spleen. Billy was alone and his brain was overloaded since everything was run on internet and remote controls. He tried to assimilate, he tried to be patient, he spent six months on a college waiting list, waiting. The parole board wanted him to start making progress, he needed to pay restitution or there was only one option.
He didn’t want to go back.
So Billy got some crack, and posted on a corner, that’s infamously known for frequently calling a coroner. The young cats sweated, him but Billy remained strong, even though he knew what he was doing was wrong. Billy got into it with some guy that called himself Vicious and Vicious took Billy’s life, without thinking twice.
George died in the meantime and had a kings lavish funeral, people spoke through split tongues and said he was beautiful. Billy on the other hand wasn’t even noticed, his body lay for weeks without being ID’d so they threw him in a furnace.
And that’s what happened to Billy Gray.