Undeniable Interpretations

I was known as the antipathy of human beings around these parts None of these illiterate inhabitants ever reminisced for a change of heart I show up around them, and they view me as a good deal for darts Anyone who'd come to this part of the world would be considered not so very smart But, I'm not about to let this iniquity take over, because I'm just getting started deciphering this chart Allow me to express to you my experiences of this vulgarly emerging form of art..." I caught sight of a man walking debilitatingly across the Bronx street The pain of the deprivation of his heart had collapsed his drenched feet My conscience couldn't hesitate to void this human; it would be unfair to leave him to mourn from his bleat I gave the utter actuation to escort my assistance to that soul in which would momentarily deplete Unfortunately, I came to a desolate peril of being held by boys with bodies so concrete The virtues of my sympathy for this poor man- barricaded from the boys' rancorous thoughts of "Dead Meat" It was an ambivalent situation, for I disintegrated from the flashes of the substantial heat Poor soul and I were targets- I attempted to fend them off until I drop, beat Their skills, however, showed standards that I've yet to meet I was down in a heartbeat, for my compelling option was to take a denigrating seat Before you know it, the spiritless soul was dead, due to the failures of our feat And I sobered mercifully to his death- I never even gave him a firm, hopeful greet "Such a devastating malevolence gave me the idea that nothing was neat..." I reminisce a time when I had done something daring I'd walk through the vulgar streets of drug dealers that wasn't quite bearing And, nobody, and I mean, NOBODY, ever had the gratitude for each other of caring I was sick and tired of looking at my neighbors in state of grave ailing All of the crying, shooting, fights, blood, cops, and complaining- all of it I wanted to curb hearing So, I, arrogantly, made the choice to throw some courage out there- we can't live fearing Nobody thought that I would of prevailed alive without typically failing Because they lost faith in my ability of ending their sorrows, so depressing That all changed when I laid my steps unto the streets, simply glaring I see boys and girls, young and old, drinking, laughing, fooling, punching... deceiving The smoke they puff out of their mouths made the atmosphere very searing The sight of pants drifting down gradually from their waist was utterly disturbing Their way of manners and respect for each other- it was explicitly disgusting I was scared, but the feeling of my Father's presence by my side reminded me of His blessings I started to walk their way as if the circumstances were nothing And there they go- preparing their guns and defiance- it's just starting As expected, I became surrounded by ten boys fronting My eyes, gradually drifting towards each of them, prudently peeking- Their individual strengths and weaknesses to which I was seeking And every bit of perspiration running down from my mind made things daunting Because a lot of men and women are about to start dieing But it wasn't admiring, for all this time peace was my ambitious reason to be praying- I'm just saying "This dramatic event of despair got me completely contemplating..." But, the battle still remains And death it was I was to pay, they claim A youngster from behind suddenly makes a move so lame I quickly avoid his thrust and brought him down to his shame Now it's time to begin the game Guns pointed at me and bullets shot at me with their burning flame I slid down swiftly, and saw no wounds on me, but that others got killed- now I was to blame My heart, disgusted from their obnoxious reasons to complain Had no choice but to show no mercy for these creators of pain Because they were like animals whom were oblivious of what it meant for one to tame Screams were everywhere, riots erected, guns popped loudly, whole block scared with every grain Boys punching boys, fighting over their girl, beating anonymous people they see- they've really lost their brains Having the audacity to shoot neighbors trying to becalm the violence- it's all just the same I run through those speeding bullets and punching souls- boy, this riot ought to have a name And try to rescue those whose souls were in vain Only to realize they were dead- you see what I mean, it's insane But, I saw bigger problems than the tragedies I had in frame For the streets were filled with the rotting death of the human fame Nothing to look back into, nothing to gloriously gain Only to see that I was my only person that was main Over it was the game, and the cops show up- and I was the only one to remain Now, I try to sit down and think How I could have experienced these issues from just a single blink How I could make both of these events link How can it create a solution to the same brink But, it's too complex; it makes my mind disruptively sink And, inside my thoughts, I conceive a shadow consisted of intangible ink Conveying the retrospects of my perceptions in vast tinks Through the unquenchable forces of its compulsive winks I, severely entangled, form a Cup of Thoughts to wearingly drink And, I realize, that my past was all formed from my individual fink That I was but my own from a presence of God's Pink My correlations defined the confines of my destination That of each events, I perceived the aspiration of a new dimension My innovation to a demonstration of a fresh reclamation Hindered by the defiant continuation of human violation And, somehow, I made it a revelation That we make the choice to bring either cessation or devastation Through "undeniable interpretations..."