by BRANDON B.
Am I ready for this situation? Would my participation raise my social relation, of the shady faces that fade in the light, or should I play their game and do what I know isn’t right, hitting the corner on the dot, out here whipping, trying to buy the family a mansion with the quick money out here, not caring for the consequence – the more I put in work, the more I become distant to me. Waking up in a cold sweat, trying to pay off drug debts, living a hard-knock life. Safe houses guarded up like Fort Knox, little do we know, police got this all on lock down BLAM! Gun shots flair into our sanctum, bits of brain matter flow from craniums, following closely behind is judgment, as I sit and think to myself, “Is this what I want now?” No never. I can make it through the struggle – I’ll prevail and be better.