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
Mitche230@yahoo.com
Copyright 2010
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