Mirrors & Reflections

Tell me what you see.

Just look at yourself.

Covered in blood, wielding guns.

Is this the life you want to settle for?

Causing disdain and distress in the street—

Because you are too insecure about yourself?

I understand the situation.

You grew up without a father,

it barely felt like your mom was there.

No brother or sister to accompany you,

an unsuspecting shorty left to ride on the train of life alone.

When the rain came, there was no umbrella

that could keep you from getting wet.

You stood there to get drenched, I would have asked

if anyone was decent enough to give you a coat,

I guess you did not receive one.

So much stress they put on a youngin.

I can relate but listen up.

You have a choice to choose your own fate.

So, what—

You are just going to sit there and let

someone who has been blinded show you the way?

I don’t care if he’s ya big bruh,

are you that weak to let another man control you?

As you continue to glare at yourself in this mirror—

Think about the life you’re pursuing.

Running from police, always having to

bust your gun just to be safe?

Living in a crack house, hiding from the

real world all your life, running from invisible enemies?

You confused!

You ain’t gangster.

You’re misguided.

Nobody had enough decency to pull you out the trenches.

I cannot blame you, young boi.

You are just another product of the environment.

I won’t give up on you, though.

You can be saved.

There is a way out.

It starts by you leading by example

and not following without a cause.

Drop the gun, put the rag up.

Go finish school, get a job.

Run your bread up legitimately.

Settle down.

Just get out.