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