Tattoos extended across the entire human body a sign of past mistake
an eternal judgment from society.
Look into my eyes and tell me Im no different,
Under the eye of judgment we are all equivalent yet distinct.
Im told to be better for past reference and them, the unmentionable, the coal of the earth
living in the land of the free a nation of equality yet, categorized by past events
roaming around the streets tired of survival
Stories yet unknown but faces full of hurt bring out the insecurities of the world

Each strive for survival for a home in which to belong yet all doors begin to shut close,
not knowing the future or the present itself their battle fades.
walked so far held so much to give up now, tattoos that mark their past
a story yet untold, undiscovered, left behind, hidden in the depths of each heart.
Shameful looks seen regularly on a one way perspective. 
Strength a main quality to be in need yet, obtained through violence.
Judgement created through glances upon such tattoos which withhold their history
creating the contrversy of who deserves the benefit of the doubt

Expressionless face hiding true emotions. Heart thats cracked restrained from love.
Tears of pain in goodnight blankets. Pleads to be given a brighter day.
Facing society with the harsh image of the individual behind the Tattooed body,
assumptions made by apperances.
World revolves the night comes to an end as the sun arises yet, such rays of sunlight never 
warm up the soul of the Tattooed individuals that walk the face of the earth.
Accompanied by grief and let down by society it all comes to an end
Judgement and assumptions the most powerful weapon

Words of judgement that breaks our Gangster for has had enough to deal
assumptions that could lock him up once again
Denied the ability of renewal.
The ability to strive and start again the ability to shine in a gloomy night of gray.
Judgement that does not only apply to them such Gangsters on their walk to success
But, every individual with an appearnece of renewal.

Society fears perfection, fears the ability of recreation and success of the unworthy.
Tattoos that speak on their own have found a way to the White House
Overridden the system of Judgement.
If the world looked through my eyes the earth would crumple for we survive on Judgement. 
The apperance, the words, such assumptions shall all fade.
I'd change the Judgements found in every corner let the Tattooed Individual walk to success.

Tattoos found on the Human body seen by all 
the words craved in ones skin not the visible ones but the ones within.
Tattoos of the heart, the soul, the ones society built through Judgment all flying through the air. All the built hate vanishing and allowing for our internal Gangster out.
Let my Gangster walk the stage, let him sit within the White House members.
Judgements wont stop our Tatted Individual no more.

Judgement dies and so he sits with the president recivieng aid and support.
the words once said fade and create that new you.
Judgement the most powerful weapon yet the most unaccurate.
The one that rises in seconds but takes year to change.
The eternal Judgement carried throughout society.
All deserving the benefit of the doubt our Gangster maintains his head up high.

Tonight our GANGSTER shall have the privelige to be in the White House!!!