The Walk Home


  • I was searching for hip hop storytelling beats and came across one with an amazing animated film that I felt compelled to write about. I added some of my own details to it, but stayed true to the premise. If interested in visualizing what I wrote watch the video in the provided URL link.
  • The Walk Home, a film Steve Cutts, Music by Decibel Lirical
  • If you read through the whole story, YOUR A REAL ONE. Thank you and peace.

Verse 1:
Regaining consciousness
As his languished body lays flat on top of a rusted car
Praying to the heavens for clarity
His right eye swollen shut due to being beaten senseless daily,
He wanders the treacherous streets as a victim to the daily destruction,
Brushing shoulders with death on every corner while coming across
Morning greetings by rapacious souls who live on borrowed time,
“Hoppers” selling them their morning fix
As they shout one at a time!                                                                                                          Addicts forming a straight line as if they were buying movie tickets

Down the avenue casualties blood turn ice cold from a close range blow                               While two streets down hooded reapers do drive – by’s at noon
So no fun or hope of a community
Will ever ensue,
He frantically takes cover
Wishing for a safe passageway home,
Thinking of his family so he needs to make a return,

Picturing their grieving faces if news came back to them of his tragic death,
Amidst the struggle he never looked back with nothing in his pockets
After being robbed and almost slain with a pocketknife
In an dark alleyway where it all began for him
Which is now his guide to find a revelation to the promise land,
So he uses it as a shortcut as he takes the walk home
Knowing he’ll do his best to return before evening
Whispering through his parched throat “I can’t stop believing”
that peace will find its way to these streets

Verse 2:
He yearned for peace if only he could find the strength to scream for it
This was his reality a day filled with so much pain and death,
In complete frustration he tries to break everything around in site                                      But exhausted limbs prevented him from taking action,

Powerless to control the chaos
and deadly detours became a reoccurring cycle,
Even though these circumstances were unstoppable he knew he had to eventually
Stand tall against the evil forces,
Racing the sunset as he finally reaches the intersection his house is on
Relief sets in, but it didn’t take long before the group of hooded reapers now on foot

To form a circle around him,                                                                                                               In shock realizing he had no chance of surviving these combative trials,                                 He surrenders
As he makes eye contact with one of them,
Paralyzed by fear
Moments of death so near and clear
Bowing his head down, he couldn’t find the strength to hold back his tears
That he withheld all day as he stood there and said his last prayers,

Looking down at the concrete pavement where his body would perish,
Suddenly his tearful left eye caught a glimpse of a hot white light                                      levitating towards him, a possible savior in sight?                                                                Time froze still as he looked up realizing the white light were the slain souls of the streets past,

Forgotten names that made up the city’s crime graph,                                                                  None of them found their way back home past the rampage,                                                    Their white eyes inching closer as they took his hand                                                              Using their collective powers through heaven to obliterate the evilness                                that stood before him,                                                                                                                  Restoring and healing him with the entire city in the process                                                                                                                                                  As he finally understood that they acknowledged his survival to bring peace to the streets,                                                                                                                                            Informing him they were listening and watching over him as he recited prayers while stumbling on his feet as he took the walk home,      

Clarity returned to both eyes                                                                                                            as he looked up to thank the slain souls of the streets past, but there were gone,                  Surviving through a deadly journey that resulted in the rebirth of a city,                              As he now stands in front of his house door looking through the window                        realizing no one was home,                                                                                                              to top it all off, earlier in the morning he was in rush to catch the school bus                         resulting in the house keys to fall out of his pocket which now lay on his bedroom floor                                                                                                                                                     DAMN…

*The path to peace can be a dangerous one,                                                                                                                                                                will you allow obstacles to cradle you with a grave or find the strength to be resilient so you can live to see another day”?                                                                                                                                                   

The choice is yours*



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4 thoughts on “The Walk Home

    1. I appreciate your approval, and yeah it took me 2 days to fully write it, with yesterday and today to do the editing and the ending. I stayed true to the premise but added my some of my own flavor to it. Thanks for reading, peace and love brother.

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