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)
- 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.
- Category: Unclassified
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