I was part of gang, crimes were a thing to do, We held up grocery stores to supply our familys with food. I've seen murder, I've seen rape, All these images refuse to escape. My mind is bleeding, mangled, Fucked, There were 2 men on 1....i was shit outta luck. They beat me, they bruised me, half way to death, The left me on floor, a bloody mess. never back stab, this could cause anger amongst friends, And begin feuds which seem to never end. Cause you pain within the soul and heart, They didn't see it as crime, to them it was art. They'd kill for leisure, and steal for fun, Use the money to buy a knife or gun. I was never a leader, i was a follower, but how could i help it? If i left they'd kill me, i realised i was in shit. Running from cops everyday, The pain never subcided, never went away. Peer pressure lead me to this unfortunate Gang, Make new friends? hahahaha <LEADER> BANG. Kill anyone who tried to make friends, he was twisted and fucked up inside, For every killing and every crime, it filled him with joyous pride. I fuckin hated my life, i wanted to end, I didnt wanna step foot outside again. I'd cry at night, i'd weep during day, Wishing for this fucked up pain, to go away.Birth sign: Taurus
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