It's the criminally minded that fascinate me the most,
So here's where I propose a toast.
To all these thieves that think they're ghosts,
Getting a high, a product, and something to fucking boast.
But here's what they don't know, and I know the most
So sit back, relax and enjoy the ride - I shall be your host.
Listen up, because this shit's been right under your nose
As if it were cocaine making you leak blood, like a hose.
That's all most of us ever want, is to self indulge
And then you know what comes next, all the drama unfolds.
Money is now what you need and it's everybody you've told
You get an offer to push drugs, that's when you think you're getting bold.
Nothing can go wrong now, when the money’s coming in ten fold
But these thieves don’t know that not everything stays gold.
Their souls belong to the devil, I can see that they're real cold
It's a hard fate to fix, impossible while getting old.
I guess they're hoping to die young, rich, and powerful, that's the way they roll
But that's what I don't understand, is that their only goal?
Push and steal for a living, 'til they're beaten to a pulp
But I believe nobody can want to die, their neck will surely gulp
And as you look into their eyes, before they die, if you had a microscope
You can see no evil in them, nothing there - nada, nope.
They just took the higher risk, thinking that they could sell dope
But let’s say they never die, bringing in a little hope
The only trouble with this is, now they need to learn to cope.
Since competition just rolled in, and they ain't even being choked
You see he's my boy, so this story I should know
He was just the best at what he wanted to do, selling leaves, no blow.
A little naive, yes, but oh so very careful
Bad shit happens everywhere, you don't have to go to south central.
Anyways, before I get side tracked and lose my train of thought
I’m going to tell you the reason why this kid never got caught.
You see, he never blew up like everyone would have thought
He just stayed small and kept moving, an awful lot.
And then when he got what he needed, he finally fucking stopped
But then there's still these thieves that probably want him shot.
They grudge about that one day, when they were at that sketchy spot
Looking back on that day, I should have called the cops.
My boy would have been in trouble, but losing money is a hard op(tion)
Hold on, where was I, oh yes - near the hills and tree tops
A knife was put by his neck as the thief watched, staring in shock.
But if you look a little closer, just ask around the block
It's a set up in my eyes, as they reached into his pockets.
Nine hundred on him, and shit in his car, that's why he always locked it
He gave them the three hundred that was in his glove compartment.
Then we sped off, leaving this thief to walk and hitch hike it
Ever since then this thief has always been talking shit.
I guess waiting for an opportunity to rob my boy and dip
And not only has he done that, but maybe he should know that he quit!
My boy is close to leaving and already changed, I can tell by his upper lip
He's been so mad lately that he's been smoking all alone
No help from anyone else, he's done everything on his own.
But unlike everyone else, like these thieves that hardly know him
He's remained very calm, even when anger is initially shown.
Doesn't break shit, ain't throwing fits, just talking about how he's kind of pissed
Which he's got a right to be, someone jacked his brand new mac in his dad's whip!
Not even his own car, these thieves must have big clits!
And now it becomes personal, when family is mixed with business.
But let’s get to the point, I don't want my words to shapeshift
Quitters never win, while winners never quit.
And losers always lose, even when they think they win
But like I said they're evil, so all they do is sin
And it's not that I'm right, it's just what I've seen, where I've been.
That allows me to tell more stories, to learn more about ----an
Because the more you know, the more you grow - away from bein pinned.
About the Creator
M M
These are my observed accusations over time.
My collection of writings from the past, present, and possible future.
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