At the age of six, Johnny took up gangs and drugs
And at the age of 9, Johnny’d lost my mother’s hug
Lonely and deprived, he looked for family wherever he survived
Alive and alone he fell upon a ghetto he could call his own
He’d arrived at his home, but his sins never atoned
13 rolled around, he was buying jerseys and rockin’ Force one’s
he began to drown, runnin’ gangs and toten’ guns
15 came, he maintained his ghetto composure
Life of crime, a life of lifeless soliders
Met Don Juan, Legendary crack dealer of his mile
He was his hero, sat on 24’s and rock a silver smile
17 – When he took him in he said
“Look kid you’ll eventually up end up dead
So I’ll help you out and let you sell mary-jane for me instead”
What choice did he have? He started sellin nickel-bags
Smoked out drags, Start reppin’ the wrong flags
Within a year, he was constantly high- had nuthin to hold dear
What was he doin? That image of his mother was no longer clear
Shed tears, he had become a slave to the game
So he dropped his mary-jane and put himself to shame
But he no longer saw this home to be fit
his life had become one great big ball of shit
But Don Juan would have none of it
“Look kid, this ghetto is in your joints
And if you leave this game you’ll get destroyed
Try to leave this mile and you’ll see what goes down
I won’t hesitate to act, no one will ever see you around”
He packed up his stuff, and tucked away his gat
he had had enough, but Don wasn’t gonna have any of that
Him and three guys busted down his door strapped
They cornered him in his room – they had him trapped
“You gotta choice to make, the choice is yours
Sell for me or become a victim of war.
Choose. Choose. That’s with this is about.
Your lifes in your hands, you choose your own route”
Johnny thought back, back to his mom
Of birthdays missed, school dances, and a prom
Of a father he never had, a man who was never there
School he dropped out of and everyone who didn’t care
He took the gun in his hand and pointed it at the men
But then he thought back again – back to his mothers death
She was only supporting a friend but never escaped with another breath
Without hesitation, he pointed it back
Back to himself the real dealer of smack
His life never ended like this in his dreams
And all thought of revenge ended on the bullets scream
Sorrow dissipated and pain began to fade
Don and his men stood in misbelieve – his choice had been made.
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Originally Posted by Credz
