Poetry Piled Up

I am a native criminal artistic creative poet/ against all odds a convict of christ in society, I must not stay below it/ This is my time 2 shine people, da tattooed face over society I must out grow it/ I show no love for those who show none for me/ I just most recently been incarcerated so my objective is 2 remain free/ But it hard for a mutha ****in strrugglin addict half breed/ I struggle wit my own DUALITY, because my whole life revolves around 2 BE OR NOT 2 BE/ Im a educated Hustler starting back from scratch once again/ **** my families help especially my soul called friendz/ Prison I want to say NEVER AGAIN/ But Still Im a self made huslter/ Still a type 2 give a **** mutha ****er/ I show respect and loyalty I live by the Code, I keep my eyes open, ears alert and mouth shut/ I gots to give a ****/ same thing everyday is where im stuck/ I live by the code of silence/A man of peace so its a last resort to violence/ this my poetry now I slowly pile it....