Sent to prison for selling drugs and running the streets,
When I was younger I never thought this would happen to me.
Then again sometimes it feels like it was destined to be,
So used to running from my problems and running from the police.
It wasn’t fair, my mother was never there for me,
when I was looking for her she was busy working the streets.
Even though my father was in and out of prison for years,
I give him credit because when he’s free he was always here.
          My great grandparents took me in when I was a child,
with good intentions of teaching and keeping me from growing wild.
For a while I did good with everything that I did,
A straight A student, wonderful, well mannered kid.
As I got older I noticed a difference between me and my friends,
They started dressing impressive and I just wasn’t fitting in.
There was never any food in the house we lived poor,
That’s about the time the devil came knocking at my door.
        I started hanging with the wrong crowd needles to mention,
craving money, women, and weed, attracting negative attention.
I dropped out of school and chose a career in the dope game,
From a straight A student to a connoisseur of cocaine.
The dumbest decision that I ever made in my life,
I wasn’t thinking about a felony destroying my life.
Now I can’t even find a job because of stereotypes.
        Always think of the consequences as well as the pro’s,
This is your life, you’re driving,  keep your eye’s on the road.