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"View From A Different Perspective"
IP:
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! Last edited by BigChase : 10-12-04 at 03:33 PM. |
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