My Twisted Collage

Growing up I remember those "School Daze". Like my first day in ninth grade when the whole building was an undiscovered maze. No one ever told me to "Do the right thing" except spike lee. I chose burying my head in books instead of smoking trees. "The Infamous....." Decided to dedicate their lives to drinking Hennessy and smoking weed on corners while they "Hold down the fort" a gat was their weapon of choice instead of KKK pitch forks. Some may think that I'm "Criminal Minded" cause of the dark and grimy lyrics that I speak. Regarding Brothas on the streets trying to gain the notoriety of a hated "King". I spot talented graffiti on building which was one way my ignorant Brothas were able to cope. 1 design that caught my eye stated "187 he wrote" . "The blueprint" doesn't match up when it comes to bring a community together. More people get killed every time we have warm weather. It's sad how I was "Ready to die"at the age of 15. I couldn't picture myself in the future when I had a vision or dream. I bet "Life after death" is something that can't be completely explain till you're six feet below every humans feet. I enjoy receiving  the "same ole love" from you every single year. Whether your my wife or peer if I lose you my reaction will revolve into tears while I "reminisce over you " throughout the years. I used a "blowout comb" to straighten out my curly roots ya know the rough material that grows out of the ground that you stump on with your boots. Most brothas act hard until they reach their down fall. I guess the " boyz in the hood" weren't so tough after all. If "it's dark & hell is hot" I guess there's enlightenment after getting shot. That'll be the day when another brotha catch me slippin. 17 yrs ago: 3/18/1997 " it was written". Civilization is what we establish now it's barely needed. " justice evolves only after injustice is defeated". Not even death can prevent the world from hearing my lyrical voice." You never know how strong you are until being strong is your only choice".