my war

I've been through this for years
I cried so many tears
I remember the first time I got in a fight
I got beat up and my family didn't think it was right
So they made me fight until I would win
I remember the first time I got jumped
That was my first time holding a gun
Tway, Downbottom , Flint town , Grandhustle
All the gangs I had to represent
My grandma would pray for me and tell me to repent
I remember the first time I got stabbed
It was like a burning needle inside me
I could tell that I was slowly dying
I remember the first time I had a death scare
The doctors said my chances of living was rare
But when I got better I didn't change
Everything was the same
I had big dreams , but I didn't believe them
Sometimes I would act like I didn't see them
I remember the first time I was kidnapped
All my thoughts and emotions had overlapped
I remember when I had my first boxing match
Even though I lost , I soon became attached
I would relieve my anger , my negativity
Sometimes I would forget my relativity
I remember my first award
It was called " Do The Right Thing"
This was so ironic I couldn't believe
I saved a little girl from getting bot by a guard dog
I didn't realize people wrote it in their blog
That award , that trophy
Is what saved me
The "Do The Right Thing" award is what I should be thanking
Because if it wasn't for this I'd still be outrageous and crazy
So think about your dreams
And do the right thing