Mindkeeper - My Confession (True Story)
En sann historia, som jag skrev för ungefär ett halvår sedan... Uppskattar kritik. Tack.
Okay, after a life in problems and a great depression
It's finally time for my even greater confession
Every day's a struggle, always tussle, and troubles
With the coppers, tried to bust our hustle, by inspection
Blowin' trees was my number one profession
But regret it all when I was accused in school, for drug possession
I can still remember my father's face
I almost caught a case, and I thank God I was not arrested
Sorry dad for the interrogations at the cop station
Grand theft, just a couple months later
A young kid just wanted to get the paper
Two witnesses, still they shut down the investigations
Always close goin' to court/ Assault and battery, -
on a two year older guy, and he still made a police-report
Though I guess I'm lucky, in some kind of way
Cuz despite all the snitches and Feds trynna fuck me night and day
I've managed to get away, and towards better days
Trappin's not the best way of gettin' paid
So many grand thefts, now it's nothin' of it left
Only proofs that I did it; the letters from the Feds
I'm so sorry mum, please forgive me father
I'm so sorry all I gave you was problems
First it was just a little trouble
But as the years passed, it became a couple
And I'm sorry for every blunt I've rolled
And feelin' ashamed of every quad I've sold
I apologize for all the phone calls
For every time school ever made a home call
And I'm well contrite, about the time
I was out, doing all kinds of grimey crimes
And forgive me for being a fence
Yell at me, but don't take it out on my friends
I should have never gone to 1-4-5
Nor touch that dro' with the other guys
At the young age of thirteen
I had a knife, and already burned trees
Tho' I tasted the blaze at the age of twelve
But I don't charge my friends, can only blame myself
And I'm really sorry for the bad grades
Dad, I feel ashamed, never wanted to give you a bad name
But believe me, I've changed now
All I wanna do now, is to make you proud
I'll never go back to trappin', nor an addiction
I've been too close, too many times, to a conviction
Now I'm tryin' to - legally - become the street dream
I guess I just wanted to have a taste of the sweet cream
But in reality, it's never a sweet dream
Just ask my old friends, currently street fiends
Sometimes I wonder, if we never moved, to this hood
Would I've been the same dude, or would I've been good?
Would I ever have been involved in an assault?
Would I even have seen one? I can't be sure
But I'm pretty convinced, that, the shit I've been livin'
Could easier get better than worse, and I ain't bullshittin'...
Remember, whatever you do, there WILL always be that kind of people around you, called "haters".
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