Mr. Hometown hero… where art though our hero….Is it Robert Dinero… Or Eddy Guerrero RIP. To the kid watching super man not knowing that soon life will paralyze his hero…But lets be real, chasing money so don’t ask about my appearance or judge my apparel. Yea I’m blessed to have a job with the Federal Bureau, but only time will tell when its mine turn to be some bodies hero.

Life issues come at me left n right, I need keep my head above water, keep my ducess up in keep fighting… But these niggas don’t want to fight they rather take your life even with kids and a beautiful wife and even if your Christ. Damn that’s life. Stuck between a selfish bitch, in trial with a suck up snitch… dealing with the cold reality that my former best friend a bitch. In jail dying either waiting to go to hell or living in it. But instead of those racist people facing you like a man they weather spit it or tell there dogs to sick em. This world is so unpredictive, soon as you get it living good, the good die young to bad you was the next victim.

I’ve come to realization just be patient, keep ay good head on your shoulders, stay trill keep it real and if you get that next eviction bill or take that next pill, or evil forced you to kill… Just know you got to deal with life consequences and hope one day heaven is more chill.

No one knows why, he not even one yet. The little hero dying from cancer, mother can’t stop crying, gun to her head, screaming to the Lawd….”Give me an Answer”. Man in jail serving life from being a killer knowing they got the wrong man convicted, the real man a drug dealer. I’m A Ravens fan so fuck the Steelers I’m off topic but…

I rather get paid live right, in stay in the tropic, stop lying and stay on topic and damn did terrorist really blow that building up with a rocket…. Or was it a build conspiracy with the real documents stored in the former presidents pocket.

Best believe if I’m your next hero, I’m top flight like agent zero, I’m not God but I got to keep my eyes on a spiral. Because if I take them off the next man will take me out. It’s savage no apologies, he was stressed out on a drought, grandma asking the Lawd “why” n church during her shout. No pain, no hard aches, no repercussions and no sin, We all in it to win that’s my church solo In heaven I can hear it through the wind. God forgive me of my sins. I’m not no thug, but now days you got to stay strap because within the next snap here he come, guns drawn asking for my car and snatching my chain. Hands up but he still make the bullets rain PG Police… no that’s any Feds… Anything that spreads diseases. sickness… or sneezes… even the shells from the gun pieces. RIP Aubrey.

I don’t want the fame I don’t want to be rich. Long As my message gets through to the lifeless or the sick. Long as I lived for the man above, not leaving nothing un done. So when its time to face the man, standing straight looking into his eyes not even with a budge. Listening to him describe my life, knowing it was sum stuff I should of changed but no grudge. I thank him for creating me in his own image. He tells me “well done my son your journey is finish”. Welcome.

Mr. Hometown Hero
Antonio Webb

This poem was written/submitted by Antonio Webb.