Ghetto truth

When I was just a child
Mother used to tell me great stories
How we all started out as angels of the light
But every once In a while,
I find myself straying from that light
The light is fading away from my eyes
All I see now is the darkness of sorrow,
Following me everywhere I go

Yes, I am from the project
A ghetto boy, that I am
I can't say I never witness any crimes
So true that my life is foul
But somehow I have to survive
I was only fifteen when my brother shook and died
With eyes wide opened
I witnessed it all happen


I've seen some cold nights and bloody days
Just like the day my brother got sprayed
One bullet to his heart lead him to his grave
Since that day I've learned to take or be taken away
So I bought me a knife and learned how to slay my preys
Oh yeah, I should have bowed down and prayed
I took the path of revenge instead,
I've felt myself breaking over the days
At the core of my soul, I've felt the sun's rays
So dead to the world, I can't feel my face
My heart was moving at different rate
At a slow pace, I was moving to a different place
Yo, no shit
I tried to newer myself in a better shape
Before I could, it was already too late

Everything was going forward
and I was moving along
but somehow things started to go wrong
Even the air I was breathing was not suiting my lungs
I could sense there was danger in the zone
It is said that some faces cannot be replaced
On that same token, some memories just cannot be erased
It was like an old man playing a saxophone
The only thing he was playing over the same old song
It all came back to me; therefore, I remembered everything
For so long I held on to this grudge
How could I ever let bygones be bygones?
He saw my face, he started to run
There was no way I could let him escape
For too long I carried that weight
Don't run punk, I dare you to stay

It was like a dream
The only difference everything was real
I never thought I could do such a thing
I pulled him by his waist
He fell to the floor
I pulled out the knife and placed it right at his throat
Yeah, his skin was forcing against the blade
I could see the grimace on his face
Terrifying and so afraid
Bitch, I thought you were a thug, a tough guy
Why so afraid to die?
Yeah, he was shaking,
Trembling like a leave falling off of a tree
Still, I showed no compassion
No sign of pity was in me
Meanwhile, he was begging no please
Wanted a second change
But I was too angry to think
Too many thoughts that I could not seem to arrange
So I began to penetrate the blade deeper through his skin
He was yelling
I was too mad to hear him calling
My plan was to put him to an end
He was screaming for help
Searching for an outlet, an escape
But I was already surrounded by darkness
He was gasping for air
and again I was blinded and subdued to the world
So I could care less
Feelings of solitude and despair
Insecurities and doubts
That his life was nearly to an end
Fear surpassing hope
"Please, please, pity me"
"I have a child on the way"
Those words I heard
I realized that the problem of one
Perhaps will never amount the problem of two
So I pulled out the knife
and spared a life

So many..........
Pains
Miseries
Angers
Unjust
Deceits
Wrongful Paths
Blissful Sin

On the path of seeking revenge
I discovered justice to be...

Love for another...
Protect each other...
Help one another...
Forgive one another...

If one can do these things
On the day of his trial
He too will be forgiving


Now I am tired
My mind can't think  more
My eyes have seen it all

Please remember
...The world beauty is better seen in two eyes
..........It is better to love than to hate