Gang Life

When I see tattooed hands...

The breathes I take in this savage land

I think of the people I have lost

To the system paid at taxpayers cost

Since the age of 12 I’ve been...

Down the wrong path, living in sin

The endless nights of fighting and drugs

Mobbin with Homies ‘n Lettin off slugs.

When I see tattooed hands I think of who I could’a been

Had I never chosen the life

the wickedest memories fresh in my mind

are forever in my thoughts at night

the day the boy lost his life.

Many lives lost, ‘n potential all gone

constantly drinking ‘n always on one.

Walking with straps from West to the Hills

When I see tattooed hands I see many lost skills.

The cold winter nights Me ‘n the boys hanging,

causing much pain and steadily slanging

I think of who I could’a been

If my life didn’t revolve around banging!

(Daniel, 16 August, 2014)