Gang$tas & God$ ...!!!

O.G. Tone

If I lived in today's Society

I would be 64yrs old today

Things begin to go wrong for me

At in early age

I never looked up on life as a failure

I made Millions of the backs of Heroin addicts

chasing the dragon's tail

I grew up in the 69th Street projects

Also known as the San Antonio St. Village Apartments

I grew up poor in hungry

I was sentenced to a life term at 27

They shipped me off like cattle

to the infamous Leavenworth Federal Penitentiary

In Kansas City Missouri

There I was murdered a year later

If I had lived to see my old age

I would most likely had been a Billionaire square

I had GOD like status on the streets of Oakland

I learned a lot at in early age

I learned money didn't grow on trees

So I had to find it other ways

I all so learned only a sucka worked hard

Every day for small pay not me baby

I could count money all day in different ways

So with a crew backing me

I could do it all day my way

A idea formed in my mind I need to recruit

A few fellas from my neighborhood

We became the Mob

Meaning my-other-brother

We all were from 69Th Ave.

Young black in hungry

I plugged up with the Mexican Cartel in begun to ship weight

To different states in cities

Money started to flow in like the Santa Anna winds

I was the Ghetto Messiah

The peoples President in my neighborhood

The people voted me in

And the Government would take me down

One day

I got indicted for murder

I went down head first when the door burst open

I had the best attorney's money could buy

But they still let me die from a knife wound

I was buried in a $6000 dollar Bronze casket

True story ...Google me

Felix the Cat Mitchell

A horse in carriage carried my body

Through the streets of Oakland followed by

All white Rose Royce's

I was just 31 at death

Gangstas in Gods are all thats's left

Whom are you my brotha

Me

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: O.G. Tone (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 17th, 2018 18:08
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is a true story about a infamous drug kingpin named Felix Mitchell he is folklore in today's main stream, talked about in rap songs lived a short charmed life he was a Gangsta in a God to some folk of that era.
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