By Popular Demand: True Coliwood Stories - College Athletics

[Hawaiian Punch]

*pours one out for the homey*

 

[villain]

damn that last story was a lil too real for me

you gotta warn a nikka before you drop nukes of emotion like that

 

[verbaltelekinesis]

He still got the SMURF!!!!

That ended any hope of me holding back the tears. Salute @Walt!

We need the pain that life brings in order to properly process the joy.

 

[lutha]

this morning it hit me what else i wanted to touch on from the preacher man story: the mental illness aspect....i'll do that later

 

[R.E.N. Spells Ren]

The Preacher Man, tho :wo...nah fukk that, the smiley doesn't do it justice

shyt, even the gif don't quite capture it:



RIP, Rome, that shyt hit ME hard and I only knew of him a few weeks ago thanks to this thread.

@Walt you keep warning how long it is, but because of your writing style, they're extremely easy to read....it's been said before, but I hope you're a professional writer and I hope you're working on a novel or some shyt. Even nikkas who don't like to read can get wrapped up in your writing, shyt ESPECIALLY nikkas who don't want to read...you could alter some teen or pre-teen's life...

 

[krackdagawd]

When I clicked that spoiler

"You really never see what’s coming; sometimes when people ask me what I think life is, I say a perpetual ambush."

 

[Brozay]

that picture man... it really did me in



great stuff again my man. youve got a way with them words...

 

[duncanthetall]

Preacher Man.

Ill admit it, breh. Soon as I hit that spoiler button and saw that I had to get up and pace for a second. Eyes still fuzzy. Thanks for sharing that, man. Real talk

 

[R.E.N. Spells Ren]

Preacher Man (continued)


A nikka had to eat, so I was working every angle possible – flirting with the broads who worked the registers at the food court and jackin’ frozen meals from the ROTC office, which was left unlocked at night. Me and Rome devised the ill scheme to steal textbooks. We figured out the rooms with airconditioners didn't have locks on the windows – you could climb in those bytches from the balcony. So I came back early from break and stayed at his crib; we drove all the way from his place to the university, which was in a different state. Walked the balconies on every floor of two different dorms, climbed in every window with an airconditioner in it, jacked whatever textbooks we found. I’m not proud of this; those were low ass moments for a nikka. We made two wild discoveries in the process: I. one room we went in belonged to the granddaughter of a Yankee legend – she had a birthday card from him on her desk, which is how we found out. Not from the ’78 team, thankfully. The other thing we saw on her desk was a medical report about an abortion she’d had. II.We climbed into 'Niqua's room (chick I used to fukk, from Episode I) and found photos in her top drawer of her man sitting on a bed, holding his meat with a big ass smile on his face. That fukking photo haunted me for months, b. Some things, as they say, you cannot unsee. On the bright side, we ended up with $500 each off all the textbooks we grabbed and flipped at the used bookstores around campus.

On a lighter note, you ain't slick, nikka tryna slide that in there....you fukked Crystal's nasty ass

 

[bigmanharris]

Im halfway through reading the whole thread...

Ive got to ask do u still talk to rome n alvin?

Also did u ever talk to Bree again?

Great writing bruh. Got me here reading this shyt till 4am

In Due Time Your Questions Will Be Answered

 

[Kid McNamara]

I bet you never heard of a player with no game...

I grew up to myself not round no park bench/just a nikka bustin flows off in apartments

Can't put you on my payroll, and no I ain't got no Rolex
or no diamond at the exit with a sign sayin "Will rap for food"
My face is balled up cuz I ain't in no happy mood
While my partner got the squeegee and the windex
Cuz somewhere in my life I done went wrong jus like a syntax
Error, bring the terror to your dome like P.E.

Softly as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody got to play their part
God works in mysterious ways so when he sparks
the job of speakin through us we be so sincere with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon
that never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

Drop, like Tears, like For Fears, you know
Shout Shout let it all out, just for my peers
And peoples who feel like it's time to unwind
Like December 31st, of nineteen-ninety-nine

Suppose I used my gift of gab to boast and brag in every rhyme I compose
won't y'all get sick of that? Cause I know I do when I hear those
Flows, that ain't hip-hop, you find that shyt in the gift shop
But to each his own, my speech is born, keep that shyt up outta my zone
Long as you happy then I'm happy
Even if you just hate my fukkin guts go 'head and dap me
Cause I'm gon' dap you anyway and then go home and pray for yo' ass later
Cause we might need you in this war I'm wailin on you traitors
Like that...

His final verses on Elevators and Jazzy Belle... All of Babylon

I have been lurking around a bit without offering too many replies but I have to get it in on this.

The first time I heard E.T. just...

Right now I'm smiling, Taking advantage of this moment
Cause there might not be another soon
Holding on to memories like roller coaster handle bars
Tightly cause I'm slightly off my rocker--But to you
I may appear to be your average joe
But little do you know
That even joe got problems that he gots to joust with
Floating in this game of life
Despite how out of place you may feel
In this race oh you just can't quit
Ain't that a bytch that be in heat
I'm on the beat like cops
Only cultivate the stable dirt when I skeet my drops
No concentrating knocking other nikkas out the box
Why? - Cause in a sense, See we all be kind of fly
Just can't be scared to spread your wings
Head to better things
Maybe the mockingbird and nightengale
They want to sing - keeping this thing alive
To the table's what we bring
We like hailstorms and blizzards in the middle of the spring
Extraterrestrial

These lyric paired with the sound of dude attempting to catch his breath in the background completely overwhelmed me. It was as if he was being pushed under water and each time he attempted to come up for a breath, he was immediately pushed under again.

Also:

Now as an Outkast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm
That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life
Done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin'
Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons
I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one
They said it skipped from 12 to 14
Still smoking, still drinking
No I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 AM thinking
That in reality the world is like a ball full of players
We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers
And only prayers is the tightest game that you can have
The devil's takin' a swing that might explain the broken glass
But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside
Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play, right?
Huh, the only thing we feared was Williams, Wayne
Never thought about hittin' licks or slangin' 'caine
Didn't think I'd be the one to give in to abortion
Label me murderer because my ass is scorchin'
Hot from the Glock that sits under my seat
Yeah, it's real fukked up that my folks come to get me
And it's like dat, yeah...and it's like dem!

Going through these songs after reading your previous story has me pretty much frozen right now.

 

[Crack Daniels]

The smurf man....the smurf...

 

[Ari Gold Bawse]

sorry about u losing ur boy rome man.

shyt hit me im so absorbed in your writing. have to take a break

 

[SPOT]

Damn that spoiler. damn Rome went out bad. just like most good nikkas do in the street. Made a nikka eyes get heavy...

 

[BonafideDefacto]

I read Walts The Preacher Man on the train this morning and it blew me away. I swear that story had so much emotion. For me reading it on a Monday, on a train ride to work... it was a bit much. This reflected Walts writing and storytelling ability. You felt what he did, you sympathized for dude. He even had us growing attached to Rome as a consistent positive character who meant a lot to him. By the time I was done with it, I felt a lot of emotion cause I was reflecting on my life and my struggles. The sad moments that forced me to grow as a person as well as the decisions I've made that has delivered me to where I am today. All this at 7am on a Monday lmao. It was much. I felt uneasy sitting down at work . Like someone telling me bad news. I feel for you Walt. Your stories are moving and easy to relate to.

Walt could write a story about a his boring azz day last Wednesday and still make it intriguing. Some people put a lot of emphasis on writing, others, the story. Whatever percentage one should concentrate on as the perfect distribution, Walt has figured it out.

Im'ma read the rest, or whatever has been posted, on the train ride home​