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But little do they know I was raised in the game,

And came out a whole different person,

Didn’t come out the same, as the rest,

No shaved head, no gunshot wounds, And def not dead,

Maybe a little deaf,

From when I was a little kid, Playing outside In long beach,

These dudes, walking by,

And I remember seeing was a whole fleet,

drive by,

Guns flaining in the air,

Turned around and ran,

Saw my little sister being carried inside,

Thrown in the bathroom and told to site and hide,

Stepdad crying, blood covered his hands, and his chest,

Shotgun laying on the floor it was mess,

The sink overflooded like ice melted in an ice chest,

Like boiling blood spilling over from a couldron overflowin,

That was back before first grade,

Thought it was nightmare,

until one day,

I told my mom about this dream,

How it kept reappearing everytime I go to sleep,

Some memories will never go,

No matter what you do try to forget,

Images like these will always be embedded,

In my heart, and in my soul,

Till the day im dead,