The threat of death a constant In my section of life;
consumed with terms and conditions I never overstood as a youngster;
attempting to identify with situations that repeated like history;
continuously traveling down the same paths as my dad;
dead to the world,
just another young black adolescent,
looking for a name,
a rep,
something to gain some strange form of respect;
totting pistols and knives;
stabbing and pulling triggers to get my point across
to fools that didn't or wouldn't recognize the games I don't play;
caught up in the system of madness,
retaliation,
and get back;
all to save face in a nation
where if caught slipping your flesh might be found missing;
Dilemma,
drama,
and pain,
the ingredients that cooked my soul to feed on tormented flesh,
nurtured as a habitual criminal ready for death,
damned for the color of my skin and targeted for my demeanor;
a beast is what they label me,
a monster what they call me,
but a gangster is what I am;
“we don't do what we want, we do what we are”
I've slept with the evils,
I've dealt with villains,
and even slung with born again criminals;
a recidivist to my last breath;
trying to avoid what I am is like trying to deny the truth
(can't be done)
Real recognize real,
the rules of my life;
never would I forget once his soul departed his flesh;
trapped in sin,
escaped life in the pen;
forever on the run;
from bald to dread;
changing appearance like prostitutes change locations;
growth and evolving I've tried,
but unable to escape the creed of my breed,
bred as a untamed lion,
searching for a forbidden place called Zion;
the home of the brave,
the land of the slave and the mind frame of a renegade,
is where I forever remain!