In a world with pure poverty
I try to make something out of nothing
My negative actions bring nothing more than depression
I choose to sell dope, rob, or steal
Whatever it takes to get a little richer
It seems faster the money came in the faster it disappeared
Never ending cycle, I take from this person, another take from that person
In my eyes Im a grown man in others eyes Im still a child
On the inside, Im hurting, I know not how to express the pain
I take care of things by any means necessary illegal or legal
I understand the things Im doing, I do them because I see no other way
The day they put those silver bracelets on my wrist and threw me in the back seat
I started to think of other ways I could get the things I need rather than sell dope, rob, or steal
I saw the light and the meaning of a true man
Not only to make things happen but to think of the long term effects
Moreover, to think of the ones I love and care for
I think of them, but at same time I dont think of them
Trying to keep food on the table and a roof over our head
But what I lost track of is how hard things are going to be when Im gone
The time I spent in that small room, I discovered a lot about myself, talents I never seen
Encouragements and time are all I needed to truly understand that there are other ways
Rather than to steal, sell dope, or rob
I chose to educate myself, for the betterment of my future
Enjoy the things that life has to offer rather than looking over my shoulder every five minutes
So in order to reach the life of a wise adult
I must survive the life of a misunderstood teenager
