My world changes a lot when my eyes become bloodshot
Psychotic episodes, and menacing dark thoughts
Mix the concoction with some liquor, and you'll hear some gunshots
I take another swig knowing that I must not
I guess I'll never learn
I got my family concerned
About the life that I lead
Cause street fame is all I earn
Day in and day out I live with paranoia
To numb all the pain I drink a bottle of poison
I keep the strap on my waist
Just in case, no remorse for rivals I gotta slang some more free base
From the cradle to the grave I didn't know how to behave
All I heard from an early age was "crime pays"
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Author:
PoeticPsycho (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem isn't really about me personally, but about a mentality that is common when growing up in the ghetto. Enjoy
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Comments1
This speaks truth. Through the eyes of the survivors.
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