Somber but serene ya see my days on the scene have came and gone .
31yrs. of age my hustling ,thuggish ,street life ways seem to want to
fade ,but without them my future seems vague.
Old habits are hard to brake ,I've been broke ,shake the hood in me couldn't be shook. I was destine to be a thug , drug dealer , gang banger , and a crook .
Since the age of 12 I gave my momma hell living my life fast not worrieing about dangers ,almost sold my soul for some goldteeth ,and candy car on swangers.
Blinded by the game ,my vision was opaque my life was transparent often non-coherent my fate was apparent ,but I ain't listen I had ambition a young nigga on a mission. And now that I'm grown I know I was wrong for wanting to ride chrome and hustling out my momma home.
If I could turn back the hands of time to live my right ,I'd turn them back twice just to live for christ a child of the night being guided by his light as child of CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!
This is so live kinfolk, I didn't know you got down with the poetry. I do alittle something myself bruh
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