**Welcome To My Life**

From hustling-to-jewelry, and using drugs-just-to-cure-me/
To roughed-up-by-security, and seeing judges-and-juries/
All of my life-was-just-purely, full of trifling-and-fury/
Until fighting-secured-me, of getting stripes-prematurely/
I went through hand-made-prisons, in man-made-systems/
That the man made strictly to appease the band-aid-victims/
Where gangs break kids-in, by slashin ya mans face chin-to-chin
And ya damn fate's-pinned-in, as those in command take-limb-swings/
I can't stand the stress-in-the-bars, where death-makes-it-hard/
To confess-when-ya-charged, of groping breasts-of-the-guards/
There's nothing left-but-ya-scars, when ya left-in-the-dark/
But a mess-in-your-heart, when ya madness-turns-to-sparks/
Regrets-in-your-soul, that more than suggest-like-a-crow/
You'll be laid to rest-in-a-hole, for stabbing chests-of-ya-P.O./
Only after death-you'll-be-known, as an artist like Van-Gogh/
And not just a John-Doe, with an empty X on tagged-toes/
What is more sad-though?
Then the concrete-life, where not only does heat-rise/
But it beats, slices, and executes you by your own devices/
I'll keep striving-and-living, when peace finds-me-in-heaven/
Until three-time-offenders, all get street-sign-remembrance/