Amani Barnes - A True Story... lyrics

So I went to see Grown Ups 2 with my football team. We were supposed to go to Atlanta but the trip got cancelled so we got together and did this instead. It was a pretty good movie, had some great laughs. But that's not the point… So after the movie, a bunch of us head over to the nearby Taco Bell. I only have like $4 left, so all I get is a steak quesadilla. We ate, chilled and cracked jokes; had a pretty great time. But that's not the point… So after a while, we leave, but I have to wait on my ride as well as another friend. Another friend who drove decided to wait with us so one of us doesn't just end up at Taco Bell alone. The other guy that was waiting on his ride left and it was just me and my friend that drove. I stay a long way from there and he stayed close to there and he drives a Jaguar which isn't good with gas, so that's why I didn't ask for a ride. We talked for a while about the future and stuff n junk. But that's not the point… We're just hanging out when a guy walks up. He has some pretty loose and dated clothes, and a doo-rag on. Now at first, considering where we were, I'm thinking he could possibly be planning on robbing us or scamming us; not profiling, when you live around it, you learn when to be on your guard just in case, so I a**ume a stance as if I have something in my pocket, but not to the point where it seems like I'm being defensive or anything, just to where it looks like if it came down to something there's a chance I might be ready. But that's not the point… As he talks I can't make out exactly what he's saying, it sounds like something about a party initially because he said something about a room. Something about a reciept or something like that being messed up in his pocket as he pulls out a piece of paper that seems like it got stuck in someone's pocket in the washing machine. He also pulls out a little bit of change from his other pocket and I still can't really tell what he's saying. What I do make out is that, his wife is pregnant and something about him needing $60 for a room I think, and that he's just trying to scoop up what he can get so he's going to ask everyone that pulls into the parking lot. My friend gives him a dollar, as that's all he has left, but I couldn't really tell what he was asking for and only had a few cents anyway. But that's not the point… I realized he legit needed help, not because of him showing what he had in his pocket, but when I looked into his eyes, I could tell. I don't know if everyone always notices this but peoples eyes seem to tell you everything you need to know about them, and I hold them as a much more useful source of getting to know people than even talking. But that's not the point… When I saw his eyes, I saw his struggle. I saw that he was trying to hold this together and not seem like some beggar, and that it was really k**ing him inside to have to resort to this. I saw his desperation and despite not knowing exactly what he was saying, I knew what he meant. But for some reason I was a bit hesitant to offer the change in my pocket. I don't know why; it wasn't out of suspicion or a will to not give him my money; I didn't have much but that wasn't something I considered either; I may have not even realized that I had a small bit of change in my pocket, but I can't remember exactly why. I just didn't react. I'm not sure why. But that's not the point… When I looked over at his wife I noticed that she didn't have a purse and only had one of those cheap, tight, bright-colored dress things on (I'm not sure what they're called but I'm used to seeing more impoverished girls where them) and her belly indicated that she was indeed likely about 5-7 months pregnant, so what the guy was saying was legit. But that's not the point… When I looked over and noticed this, I had this huge rush of deja vu. I get this a lot. Many times it will seem like I have already lived through certain events, or dreamed about it, but it won't be obvious, it will be subtle things and it will be such specific strings of events that I feel it can't possibly be coincidence. But that's not the point… This time was different. This time I was absolutely sure of the dream I had when this occurred; some of the more obvious events were different, like the reason I was at Taco Bell (although it wasn't clear in the dream, I just ended up there), and the people I was there with, as well as the person who I was talking to. However some things were absolutely the same, like the time of day, and what the lady was wearing, and the ladies skin tone and body shape, as well as the direction that I looked over to. I had dreamed of looking over at her and thinking that she had a dress with no pockets so she probably was hiding any money, and had that exact thought before I felt the deja vu… But that's not the point… When my friend gives him a dollar, he thanks him and goes on to the next person. My friend says that it's a tough world and I agree. I add how it's messed up that people will have to resolve to that, but I'm cut off as my ride shows up. I get in the old pick up truck and leave and think about this all the way home up to the point of writing this on tumblr right now. But that's not the point… In all honesty, I'm not really sure myself what the point is. Maybe I just needed to talk about this with someone; Maybe I don't really need an answer to all the unsolved questions running through my mind from then to now; Maybe this story is just a slice of life; Who knows? So I guess I'm not really going anywhere with this, but that's not the point…