Reminiscing on Good times, great memories that I find divine

Adolescent individuals who don't know how to react right

But they commit these petty crimes and do steady time

A young youth behind bars at the early age of 9

And all they do is fight. They think they're being safe but violence has no type

And education ain't in their favor, futures don't seem bright

Because future is surrounded by flashy gang sings 

and you glorify it like it's a game played on rewind

But time will tell if the actions wrong or right.

And if it's the latter crowds still attract like a moth to the light.

No lessons learned,

Just grieving souls that burn,

Single mothers being hurt

But no heads will turn

And lately it's becoming daily,

what if you saw a bleeding child on the ground and his last words were save me

Rotting on the streets waiting for someone to take me

If paramedics don't lift me I hope God isn't lazy

A life of drugs and material has caused me to experience ethereal.

Heaven's gates close upon those who chose to kill serial.

But I'm pressured by the weapon,

I step forward with aggression,

a tombstone is what I'm renting. 

First name Smith last name Wesson. 

I wanna say stop to all of this nonsense 

But reality isn't flexible

Can't be bent in the slightest

Life as fragile as midas

But death is what gives meaning to life

So I guess this is what life is.