Enough its time for me to speak to the truth like a man. Never ran from the enemies smoking weed from coke cans, living in a land so cold,desolate,empty,to the remorse. Letting the evil take its course, anything you need just take it by force. Fighting the struggle at its source getting broken down like a wild horse. But the concrete rock brought nothing but peace. Too quiet to hear the voices making the noises cease. Everyday i had a choice to make,too real to be fake, never ask just take, when it comes to making cake. And when I step out into the warzone ducking shots and crooked cops, creating distance between the lops and the neighborhood bops. This dark game never stops no one ever reaches the top. They only come close when the rope they used turns into a noose. And the weight they proved only makes it tighter not loose. I've seen some boys turn to cold hearted individuals. get caught by cold cases and all get labeled criminals. Either that or they make it to the morgue where no one is discriminated not by race or creed. Seen mighty warriors suffocate under the weight of the worlds greed. I've seen them shackled in chains to live through the pain. Every cell has it's own personal black cloud of infinite rain. Driving them slowly insane. I've seen them crack when the pressure becomes to much to handle. Crushed to dust faster then blowing out a candle. Living a prison scandal, getting used to wearing sandals. Waking up at 4:30 in the morning for a cold meal. Eat what you can, take, but never steal. Time does not heal, regret does not feel. And the only thing changing is the white paint that peels. From the walls that stand against time. Built to last a lifetime for any crime. that someone is willing to commit. Selling there soul, mind, body and spirit. At a price that every class citizen can afford. From the homeless in the tenderloin to the Oakland drug lords. And that's time regardless whether it's a split second or a whole life. Reality cuts deeper then any man made knife. It has the power to take you from you kids family and wife. All because of a selfish bitter strife. You see I've seen and been through a lot this past 18 years. I've shed blood darker then tattoo tears. Raised to never fear, taught that those who don't listen never really hear. Now I'm here trying to get a grip. No enemies to to set trip. No need to watch my back so I don't slip. No need to hold my hand on my hip. Because there isn't a gun there to hold anymore. There isn't need to look around like before. But the feeling of being hopeless has never really receded or even faltered. Never even came close to getting better or even altered. But the reason why I've said all this is because the truth will set me free. And that's that there is a lot more blood on my hands then eyes could ever see. More pain in my heart then anyone could ever withstand. And more horrors in my mind then anyone could ever understand. More love in my words then anyone will know. And more change in myself then my appearance could ever show...
