Now I’m not saying like father like son
But damn... any man I know that spent their youth ‘running the street’ has at least one boy that’s living the same life...
Oddly enough, these boys haven’t even grown up with their fathers... and in one case in particular, he barely knew him
Yet it’s as if he’s just an incarnation of his father before him
No matter how his mother pleads and talks, it lands of deaf ears... yeah... just like his father before him...
There are some hard working mums out their fighting what seems like a losing battle... the battle of nurture... Vs nature...
It’s too easy for youngsters to get caught up on the streets nowadays... the lure of money (it’s not easy money) but ... the lure of an income at the very least, regardless of whether or not they completed GCSE’s or any other qualifications... the lure of the respect they receive from their peers, especially if and when they have never received it anywhere else..
And then there’s the chance to stick two fingers up to a society that seems to care very little about them
Plus...they look at their fathers...
If they couldn’t... then what chance they?
How we gonna break that cycle?... I think it’s in the hands of women to some respect... why?
Because despite running the street and being some of the most notorious womanisers I’ve ever seen ... these guys were never short of a woman or two... or three.. or more... to run to .. Each one supplying a warm bed, warm body, and food...
( granted.. sometimes these men were skilled and very accomplished liars.. but not always.. sometimes the women knew)
So...why should they ever change... life is sweet on the ‘worthless side of town’ damnn... Maybe if I were a bloke I’d be tempted myself... but no
There is always a down side... and these guys all had something in common... they lacked foresight... ( among other things)
The guys I knew then that opted for that lifestyle have nothing now... no steady girl... no income... nothing but a ‘habit’ ‘bad teeth’, and a faint look in their eyes that says ‘they were somebody ...once’
They quite often look like crap in need of a good bath, and some TLC... will they get it?... who knows...
One thing’s for sure... their legacy is often a whole lot of strife for the women who bore them children...
Sons in particular
Mothers living in the shadow of fear
Fear that any day they could receive ‘that knock on the door. ..
The knock that carries news that their son is in prison or dead.. no ...scrap that... police don’t visit to say your son is in prison... once they reach a certain age... they become public property in the eyes of the law.. no... they’ll only knock in search of.. or to inform of... the latter
Yes... it's funny how cool loses it’s appeal
"""The guys I knew then that opted for that lifestyle have nothing now... no steady girl... no income... nothing but a ‘habit’ ‘bad teeth’, and a faint look in their eyes that says ‘they were somebody ...once""" I like this cause it's soooo true!!!!!
ReplyDeletesad aint it....but yeah I see too many of these brothers hanging outside betting shops or by the corner of a pub at lunch time when they should be at work