20 August 2010


Born in rage as a child…. and granted first to be a “G”;

A don at an unknown age they were taught who they should be;

Faced with the demons of hearing victims creaming;

Guess they were evil from birth, products of cursed semens;

Hate it or love it the thug in them thrived on misery;

Left alone they grew up amongst the dying bread;

Street fames bringing paranoia to the minds of the negative lives;

Ghetto children poisoned by the warfare, an eye for an eye;

Will there ever be a heaven for the rebels without a cause,

They lye resting in the cemetery, souls deleted they cry;

Hell bound they are struck with mirrors of their own demons;

As their neighbors try to quote scriptures; the innocents are buried in ditches;

Tired of being held down; temperatures rising, gunshots firing,

They pray to live another day with a frown;

Baptized in the hell fire of the devils desire

They wonder why their hearts were broken as a child, with only inverted crosses to admire,

No trust in the laws of men; they say fuck the world because they were cursed with a plan;

Having vision of leaving their foundation in a hearse they bow down to only one man;

Praying to God to open the paradise of heaven;

And to forgive them for their sins;

They cry; Thug til they die

Written by: Ricky Omar Mitchell


Copyright 2010

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