Once Upon A Time


Once upon a time . . .
I lived my life, as though any day could of been my last.
At the tender age of 15, that was how I was living.
THUG LIFE wasn’t just a cool slogan for me
It was a religion.

Amen . . . .
A man . . . manifested a plan
To cultivate the minds and land of his people
We shall overcome . . . some day
But for now, we can forget about being treated socially equal
Maybe in 30 yrs or so . . . in a 100 yrs or mo’
What you reap you sow . . . When I think I GROW
When I think I GLOW . . . When one think, it SHOWS
Think about it . . .
Scratch your head and blink about it
Dropped some jewelry, the impact knocked a link up out it

Once upon a time . . .
I was of a different mind
On the block all the time – committing different crimes
I grew up poor . . . refrigerator on E, my bed was the floor
Ventured down a different path
Opened a different door
Emotions became a wrath
The block became my whore
Money became my b****
My b**** became my god
And GOD became a myth . . .

My salvation, was inside a spliff
The burning bush was burning
My world was turning, upside down
A child hood was lost – a light was found
Society is out of bounds, to the undesirables
Kids wanting to be what they see on cable
Damn near every household possess a Cain and Abel
Damn near every parent in my hood was unstable
A half full 40oz in the fridge, a bag of red hot chips on the table
Crack pipes stashed in the medicine cabinets
It’s easy for the youth to gravitate, to the GHETTO FABULOUS
Gangsters, killers and hustlers
Foreign whips, and customers
Fly girls lust for us
Feeling like you on top of the world
But all along, you’re on top of nothing
At least, you’re on top of something
Even if it’s on top of nothing

Once upon a time . . . I was of a different mind
My 3rd eye was blind to the symbols and signs
Now I can see CLEARLY

To Make a Decision


The fire in his eyes show the ambition and hunger
While his deathly silence will make you wonder
Never had you seen a young man so calm and poised
When you are used to the youngsters disturbing the peace making noise

By his demeanor you can tell he’s on a mission
A mental one, not a violent one. Man, pay attention.
He know that he must do this right
If not then it may cost him his life

To be loyal or to be smart
Loyalty is a must though—It’s in his heart
“So what’s up man, are you going to help us jack this car or what?
You know if you don’t go you don’t get a cut!”

He thought of his struggling mother who had warned him of them
And what it will do to her if something happened to him
“Naw man, I can’t go. My mom is looking out the window”
He lied, and lift quickly picking up the tempo

A couple hours later at home listening to his radio
Breaking news coming at you live at Club Indigo
3 young men got shot to death trying to jack a car
They tried but they did not get too far

“So what are you going to do,” they asked,
Snapping him out of his vision
“No!” He said with precise conviction
Because in the end he knew that he made a wise decision!

Forgive Yourself


To a brother from another mother
Let’s take a long walk through the park
Some things I wish I would’ve told myself
And stayed young
Following more direction
Use them smarts Allah gave us
Wish I would’ve had someone else to guide me
Being where you’re at is the safest
But two days ago I got a plea bargain
For 10.5 to 22 years
For something I didn’t do
Who you think was affected by my situation?
None but family; no one else cried for me
No hood second thought on it with or for me
Wake up, young brothers
The streets has no hope or guidance
Like school or your family does
Take this time and before anyone else forgives you
Forgive yourself

The Reason


I once thought that I’d be right now out there with my men
But now I only think about the tragedies I’ve been through with my men
Almost been killed more than my hands can count
And still I’m out there doing me
Now I see the reason why Allah put me here
To get more knowledge and change my mindset
I can say that I’ve been getting knowledge
But my mindset is still stuck on them streets

Thug Life

By D.L.

When you walking in your mom house

And you ain’t got nothing in the refrigerator

And now it to the street to bust block

Sell crack in the trap house

Mama crying wishing her baby was home

And now he in the life of drugs

Doing everything under the sun

And all you hear is thug life

That all we know