Post by justintyger on Feb 12, 2006 12:15:53 GMT -5
The screen comes on to a very ghetto side of Philly, with houses that are in very bad shape, and what seems to be weed in someone’s backyard.. There is a woman, with a very short gold skirt and top, walking around, talking to a couple of men.. There are a couple of guys in a fight, yelling obesities at each other.. There is the faint sound of a police car siren in the air, for who knows what reason.. School seems to be letting out, as a growing number of kids and teens are walking to houses, shouting and acting the fool.. The sky is very cloudy, with an occasional rain drop falling.. The camera zooms out to see Justin Tyger, wearing a black hat, a little sideways, a grey hoodie, jeans, and Shocks.. He also has a grin on his face, looking at what he calls home..
Tyger: This is great.. It may not seem like it to you, but, to guys like me, this is what we call life, in the Ghetto.. Where, sometimes you didn‘t eat for a few days.. Where this life makes you mad enough to kill.. Where you want something bad enough you'll steal.. Where you feel you have had it up to here
cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear.. Where you get so confuzzled, you don't know what to do.. That’s the ghetto..
Tyger points to a top of a hill, miles away, in the sky line, where there are huge mansions, you can see kids playing catch with there father.. The camera turns to it..
Those are the people who don’t know what it’s like popping perkasets, who don’t know what it’s like working a sweat for this worthless check, who don’t know what it’s like being in debt.. Cause they see them dollar signs and let the cash blind themselves.. It’s like money brainwashes them and leaves their asses mindless.. You could come up to their door, in your rags, you ribs showing like an anorexic, wanting the littlest bit of food, and the scoff at you in disgust.. Saying that we’re embarrassments.. GaZ, I know you we one of those people, scoffing, at people like me.. At the next House Show, let’s say, the Ghetto gets it’s revenge..
Tyger grins a little and looks down the street before walking over to his apartment.. He stops and talks to another man..
Hey, mail come yet??
Man: Yeah, I saw the mailman putting them mail in the boxes.. You had a big pink envelope.. I thought you and Dazie broke up..
We did.. Guess there’s only one way to find out who it’s from.. Talk to you later..
Tyger walks to the door, pulls a key out of his pocket, and unlocks the door.. He goes inside and walks to a bunch of sliver boxes.. He puts another key in one of the boxes, opens it, and pulls out a bunch of mail.. He shuts the door and starts walking down a hallway, looking at mail, mumbling something about Wall and Ninja after looking at one.. He gets to a big pink envelope, looks at it for a second, and opens it.. It’s a large Valentine’s Day card with a red glittery heart on the front of it.. He opens it, reads it, and grins a little, letting out a faint laugh.. He reaches a door, opens it, stops and looks at the camera..
This business is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember my name,
Justin Tyger..
Tyger walks in the door.. The camera fades as the door shuts..
Tyger: This is great.. It may not seem like it to you, but, to guys like me, this is what we call life, in the Ghetto.. Where, sometimes you didn‘t eat for a few days.. Where this life makes you mad enough to kill.. Where you want something bad enough you'll steal.. Where you feel you have had it up to here
cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear.. Where you get so confuzzled, you don't know what to do.. That’s the ghetto..
Tyger points to a top of a hill, miles away, in the sky line, where there are huge mansions, you can see kids playing catch with there father.. The camera turns to it..
Those are the people who don’t know what it’s like popping perkasets, who don’t know what it’s like working a sweat for this worthless check, who don’t know what it’s like being in debt.. Cause they see them dollar signs and let the cash blind themselves.. It’s like money brainwashes them and leaves their asses mindless.. You could come up to their door, in your rags, you ribs showing like an anorexic, wanting the littlest bit of food, and the scoff at you in disgust.. Saying that we’re embarrassments.. GaZ, I know you we one of those people, scoffing, at people like me.. At the next House Show, let’s say, the Ghetto gets it’s revenge..
Tyger grins a little and looks down the street before walking over to his apartment.. He stops and talks to another man..
Hey, mail come yet??
Man: Yeah, I saw the mailman putting them mail in the boxes.. You had a big pink envelope.. I thought you and Dazie broke up..
We did.. Guess there’s only one way to find out who it’s from.. Talk to you later..
Tyger walks to the door, pulls a key out of his pocket, and unlocks the door.. He goes inside and walks to a bunch of sliver boxes.. He puts another key in one of the boxes, opens it, and pulls out a bunch of mail.. He shuts the door and starts walking down a hallway, looking at mail, mumbling something about Wall and Ninja after looking at one.. He gets to a big pink envelope, looks at it for a second, and opens it.. It’s a large Valentine’s Day card with a red glittery heart on the front of it.. He opens it, reads it, and grins a little, letting out a faint laugh.. He reaches a door, opens it, stops and looks at the camera..
This business is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember my name,
Justin Tyger..
Tyger walks in the door.. The camera fades as the door shuts..
