3 stories(drug life, gang life, prison)

This is dedicated to 3 of my best friends i lost at and an early age and just recently, to drug life, the gang life, and to prison.

Now young Tristen is only 13 years old/ Trying to figure out why this world is so cold/ Parents always drunk while he’s left up in his room/Spending all there money on alcohol, never buying food/ Now he’s starving and has no other place to go/ So he wonders the street in search of a new home/
Is introduced to drugs starts slanging on the corner/Guys trying to hustle him so now he’s looking for supporters/ He’s found new family in a world full of crime/ No longer poor, the money is growing all the time/ Stomach always full, dressed well, getting love/Until one day his so called family went and set him up/ I guess all along he was always on his own/Living in hell but that’s all he new as home/Now young Tistan is gone living in a better place/Away from all the drama where tears no longer run down his face/

Now young Owen is only 14 years old/ Trying to figure out why the world is so cold/ His family rejected him at an early age/Grew up in the foster system where they beat him every day/ He finally snuck out and went back to the city/Started staying with friends but for how long could he/ He moved around a lot had trouble keeping safe/ The neighborhood he was in was a dangerous place/ Couldn’t even walk down the street without fearing for his life/ So he got himself into a gang thinking that choice was right/ Did missions for his higher up got promoted real quick/ Finally got some respect at the barrel of a four-fifth/ Until one day he was walking all alone down the road/ A rival gang drove by and began to let the clips unload/ Now young Owen is gone living in a better place/Away from all the drama where tears no longer run down his face/

Now young Justin just turned 18 years old/Trying to figure out why the world is so cold/Never really new his place he was always outkasted/Walking down a path that was always so drastic/Was always Getting into fights, always had a cold stare/Warrants out for his arrest but he never really cared/He just paid them up and went about his business once again/ Never fully trusted any one only had one true friend/ This friend helped him out allot and taught him how to really live/ Days went by and he was always there with advice to give/ But his friend moved back with his mom he had troubles of his own/ And so he’s got no one to turn to trapped in hell called home/ Now Justin’s got himself a girl and he loves her so much/Saw her with another man didn’t hesitate to throw the first punch/They struggled a bit and the man was loosing the fight/ But Justin was in a rage he pulled out a knife and took his life/ He’s 18 years old so he’s old enough to get sentenced to the pen/ If only he had guidance that night from his one and only friend/ Now he’s in 15 years to life and trapped in a solitary place/ left with nothing but a guilty conscience and tears running down his face/