Alfred F. Jones
He was a mistake, that's what his father told him. He just wanted to be a hero, to have his name written into history. And everyday while the slaves were being slaughtered and carted away. Across the harsh waves he struggled and kept his guard up. Inside he felt empty, he would do anything to survive. Whether he beg, steal, borrow, or bartered.
Than a hurricane came and devastation reigned he saw his future slowly dripping down the drain. He put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain. And wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain. When the word got around they said this kid is insane man. He took up a book collection just to send him to the mainland.
When they asked what his name was he said. "My name Alfred F. Jones, there's a million things I haven't done. Just you wait …show more content…
"No more sex. Pour me another brew, amigo! Let’s raise a couple more-"
Bonnefoy and Beilschmidt joined in all smiles. "To the revolution!"
Carriedo turned around finally noticing Honda and Alfred sitting behind them. "Well if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton College!"
Beilschmidt decided it was a good time to but in yet he was only was able to sneak in two words. "Kiku Honda"
Carrideo shot a glare at him before continuing. "Give us a verse, drop some knowledge."
Honda rolled his eyes but decided to play their game. "Good luck with that you’re taking a stand. You spit, I’ma sit we’ll see where we land."
Carriedo eyes widened in surprised and replied with, "Honda, the revolution’s imminent what do you stall for?"
Alfred was done waiting around and listening and stood up. "If you stand for nothing, Honda, what’ll you fall for?"
Noticing the new acquaintance the trio had asked a simple question. "Who are you? Who's this kid? What's he gonna do?"
My Shot
Alfred was hopeful this could be his shot and he's not throwing it away. He was just like his country, young, scrappy, and hungry. And this could just be his
He was a mistake, that's what his father told him. He just wanted to be a hero, to have his name written into history. And everyday while the slaves were being slaughtered and carted away. Across the harsh waves he struggled and kept his guard up. Inside he felt empty, he would do anything to survive. Whether he beg, steal, borrow, or bartered.
Than a hurricane came and devastation reigned he saw his future slowly dripping down the drain. He put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain. And wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain. When the word got around they said this kid is insane man. He took up a book collection just to send him to the mainland.
When they asked what his name was he said. "My name Alfred F. Jones, there's a million things I haven't done. Just you wait …show more content…
"No more sex. Pour me another brew, amigo! Let’s raise a couple more-"
Bonnefoy and Beilschmidt joined in all smiles. "To the revolution!"
Carriedo turned around finally noticing Honda and Alfred sitting behind them. "Well if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton College!"
Beilschmidt decided it was a good time to but in yet he was only was able to sneak in two words. "Kiku Honda"
Carrideo shot a glare at him before continuing. "Give us a verse, drop some knowledge."
Honda rolled his eyes but decided to play their game. "Good luck with that you’re taking a stand. You spit, I’ma sit we’ll see where we land."
Carriedo eyes widened in surprised and replied with, "Honda, the revolution’s imminent what do you stall for?"
Alfred was done waiting around and listening and stood up. "If you stand for nothing, Honda, what’ll you fall for?"
Noticing the new acquaintance the trio had asked a simple question. "Who are you? Who's this kid? What's he gonna do?"
My Shot
Alfred was hopeful this could be his shot and he's not throwing it away. He was just like his country, young, scrappy, and hungry. And this could just be his