a topical I used on RB....against Lyric....now an open mic....
Never knew my dad, had no father figure
Grew up Idolizing those bangin & pullin triggas
Mother had to work double shifts at the factory
Supporting us was her objective, not loving me
At 10 joined the crips to be like my idol Dark Blue
To be gansgta I had to kill to be real in tha crew
I wasnt' shure what or were to do it, was it morally correct
If I could take osmeone's life for brotherhood and respect
At school some fool instigated some beef, mentioning my mamma
After all her sacrifice and hardwork I retaliated, escalating the drama
words turned to physical confrontation, he pushed me to the streets
My homies evaluated my handling of this elevating beef
I hit him, but he socked me in my temple, my ears rang
vison went red, all I recall, is reaching back and hearing a bang
seeing suprise in his eyes, his jaw dropped, children yelled
Chaos surrounded me, as the gang pulled me away form the self inflicted hell
Mom never noticed what happened as I lay in bed and cried
She was working at the factory unaware of the pain in the room I lied
His death didn't make me feel better, just could do it again
No tears for death ever fell again, became used to the violence of my friends
We started to rob bnaks, and turned that profit to crack
Soon pulling 200 grand a week by sellin the goods to blacks
Crack epidemic reached its high, the entrepenuers of cash
Making the biggest deal of our lives, a mill producing coke/hash
5,000 lb the first day, Crips on top, we had a royalty mentality
On top of the Underworld, but about to crash in reality
Canadians wanted goods, so we ste it up, they were late
Spotlights glowed, rifles revealed we were the FED's bait
My trial came and went, guilty, poperties seized in place
Mother found what happened at 17, she cried and slapped my face
My pride damaged, soul scarred, as I headed to jail
25 to life, for murder, drug traffic & fraud with no bail
as I gianed a rep in jail I became repentant to the Lord
Felt as though he turned his back on me, shield to my sword
THe time passed slowly, soon my bunk mate would arrive
from his crimes hate advocated and possibly derrived
he a child molestor, had killed innocent teens witout a reason
his crimes against humanity and God, an ultimate treason
I considered him my redemption as deathrow neared
His demise my forgiveness, the plan became suddenly clear
My toothbrush sharpened, I approached him on mop partol
stabs and slashes, unleased screams, his pain my saving, I lost control
As he lay dying in his ownblood of eartly sin, I was clean
My perspective of death hcanged, I accpeted it, take me for Im free!