Roberto, age 17
What Will We Become
Many days many nights
many years many fights
many teens turned into blood
Rest in peace to all the thugs
Who understood who even cared
“Just doing our job” they said but no one really dared
who gave Respect who showed them how
who invented the gun and made it go Pow
how did we become how did we grow
was it reality or was it just a show
was it fake as a dream or real as snow
will we fly with the dove or soar with the crow
will we find the light or get lost in the dark
will we feel the bite or just hear the bark
will we cross the gates or get condemned to eternal fire
The only thing I know we all get left
Hanging off a thin strip of wire!!!
It’s Your Choice
How many times do you need to fall before you realize
That you have to learn how to crawl before you learn how to walk?
A lot of gangstas are always trying to hop on the fast lane,
Living as fast as they can, then wondering why they fall as victims to the game.
Why put the blame on your P.O. or the police for taking your freedom?
Remember, if you would’ve not done what you did you would not be in that cell feeling
lonesome.
I’m not trying to criticize or judge, I just want you to open up your eyes.
Cause I too was once that fool speeding on the fast lane not caring who dies.
The only difference is that I have taken off the blindfold and now I see,
the tables have turned, and now I think of my family instead of just me.
I’m not trying to teach or preach but these words I do want you to hear.
When you live life in the fast lane, believe it or not, you’re living life in fear.
Fearing when you are going to crash and hit the hall,
And once you do, you’re quick to say they made me fall.
Knowing damn well your life is in your hands,
Word to the wise, he who listens will be the man with the master plan.
So remember it’s up to you if you want to live in darkness or see the light,v Get out of this hellhole and make it right.
I know it ain’t easy but it’s worth a try.
Are you not tired of being behind these walls releasing quiet cries?
So remember the future lies at your own control,
Either you want to live live to the fullest or be another lost soul!!!
I Got’s To
I Got’s to keep my head up, not for you but for me.
I Got’s to keep it real, not for the hood, but for my family.
I Got’s to stay on my feet, not to die on them but to live.
I Got’s to be thankful for what I get, not to take but to give.
I Got’s to be the best I can be.
I Got’s to do all this for my family and for me.
I Got’s to!!!
Evil wayz, Old dayz
I reminisce about the past when I was running the streets.
When I had a shovel in my hand diggin’ my own grave and always on a creep.
I was seeking for death,but it always seemed to escape my path.
Stayed on a kamikaze mission, hoping it would end up in a blood bath.
Never wanted to see the light, got used to the dark.
A lost soul looking for perros, who just loved to bark.
A criminal minded crazy with an evil mentality,
Never gave a damn if I hurt you or your family.
Down as fool creepin’-n-crawling, this youngsto was straight shot callin’.
Belonged in the home for the sick ‘cause the devil was calling.
Well that was me, and that’s what I was,
When the devil takes control of you that’s what he does.
Makes evil look good in all sort of wayz,
But all that B.S. are my evil old wayz.
Now it’s time to change!
Different name, different game.
