Dammit, i had a dope ass verse, and this shit just deleted it, i'm fuckin' pissed. Aight ima try to do this again.

Will sat on the steps that were in front of his building,
Thinking what part of my life was ever really fufilling?
Young hanging wit my friends, causing mischief,
Buying name brand clothes so I wouldn't be a misfit.
There was always friends and people to hang wit,
To get respect, I eventually had to get on some gang shit.
It was necessary for money, power, but mostly protection,
Started out small-time, doing money collection,
I loved the Respect and also the moeny, but i wanted more,
So I found myself in a ski mask waving a gun in the store.
What a success, i got love and pats on the back from the guys,
But get some of those dope-lookin' teardrops next to my eyes.
Had to get strapped up again, get ready for war,
Out to end some man's life over a wrong color i saw.
I got my homie, and we headed to the man's residence, Thinkin' of the respect i'd get, and the dead presidents.
But someone musta warned him about what was goin' down,
Now my friend's layed low, his brains beside him on the ground.
I quickly blasted the man, made sure he didn't die in vain,
Got prayin' hands tatooed on my arm, and underneath, his name.
And to me that made up for his life, he died like a G,
Occasionally pour liquor, or throw blunt roaches to the breeze.
Life goes on, went back to the block with the same mentality,
Women and all the drugs, help me slip in and out of reality.
Then mom passed away, overdose, made me think about life.
I never got a white pickett fence, 2.5 kidds and a wife.
I feel empty inside, it's almost like I don't have a soul,
Uniting my "nation" around me under 1 flag is my only goal.
I was blinded by my surrondings, trying to "keep it real",
A gang of mice trying to be men, all taught not to squeal.
I want to change for the better, hopefully it's not to late,
To turn my life around, and maybe I can change my fate.
I can start up my schooling again, maybe even try college,
I heard a long time ago the key to power is knowledge.
As he lept of the steps, ran into the night towards his new life,
A car was creeping by slowly, that had turned off its headlights.
ANd the last thing to go through his mind before the hollow-tips,
Was the real injustice here is I end my life with all these "what-ifs".

-CJ-

__________________