I use to want things by a necessity of any
Until my eyes drew apart wide before my demise
Manipulated and ruined
Presented with the deal of a lifetime
All I had to do was never mind school
With the exchange of being cool
and distribute a product hard and white
Cooked on a stove in baking soda
For those who need to escape the world on their shoulders
Life
A voice said to me
Then sign on the dotted line
But in my mind the deal seemed too good to be true
Trapped in my mind of the things to come
Rigor mortis set in
As my life flashed before my eyes
Seeing the deal as being sealed
in the last stroke of my signature
Now belonging in a sense to my environment
To drain and obtain the souls lost in the streets
Where die fighting lives in defeat
Where a mother’s legs get twisted in an open position
In the hours of the night
Then feeling twisted when her baby is born
and no father is in sight
A harsh reality
Served on a silver spoon
Open wide and swallow it all
The voice said
All be the Glory to God
For the story is already told
For your life to unfold before your eyes
Living in the physical similar to mummified
With no regards for life
Killing to die hard
With a reputation to live for
Behind bars
Searching for a loophole
I want out
The voice spoke
Only if you can guess my name
For God is a forgiving God
That I know
Giving you what is necessary in life
Just that LIFE to
Cherrish
Value and
Appreciate
Rumplestilzchen