My Epiphany

we heard a plethora of ghetto songs every moral survival of the strong these 27 long confused years I abused beers and lost peers shed tears but persevered to see the truth clear it's time to delete all the foolishness from my program and slow down before a hot slug makes me go down I did the stuff you doing thought I was inhuman and couldn't nobody stop me until killers almost dropped me God bless give praise I wasn't sent to my grave to rest little cousin death still on my chest so at night tears shed I dread I sped through life my inspiration for the future comes from much hindsight