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Rap of A Gangster-Turned-Good

April 18, 2018
By TobiasEliot DIAMOND, San Diego, California
TobiasEliot DIAMOND, San Diego, California
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Favorite Quote:
"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul." -Pablo Neruda

You and me, we're exactly the same

Blank slates until someone fills up the page

Treat me bad and I'll treat you worse

Nothing more than what you deserve

Acts of cruelty, they're a play we rehearse

Never moving forward, we're stuck in reverse

You and me, we're two sides of a coin

We were fused from fire, from where earth and hell join

This our vicious existence

We're rebels, revolutionaries showing resistance

You and me, I don't see a f*cking difference

We're the lost generation, we're bad to the bone

Distant and cold, it's like we were carved from stone

We have no limits, we're capable of anything

Are you listening, God? You reading these words that we're penning?

Yeah, we're capable

But are we culpable?

Is it really our fault if this fate is inescapable?

You and me, it's like we're the same person

Whoa back up, can you handle what we're serving?

Yeah lock me up. Do you want my family's situation to worsen?

Why are we like this, what happened when we got out of college?

Our pain is what we are forced to acknowledge

How did we get here?

Well, what did we choose?

When did deep conversing at night go to having drunk conversations?

I think it's because our egos needed inflation

And the only way to do that, to us, was to chase our own damnation

Now we gotta catch our breath, get back our orientation

Yeah, whatchoo talkin' 'bout? Whatcha mean "gangsta nation"?

I don't wanna be here, get that drink away from me!

Hey man I thought we were friends!

Yeah man we are, I just don't want to do this

What are you, a wuss?

Go to hell dude I'm outta here

I don't want this to be my life

Whoa don't pull that on me, get rid of that knife!

Hey man it's the thug life

Wait no ma-

You were in too deep! Why'd you make me do it, huh? We coulda been kings! But now I'm on a throne and you're in the ground!

*I choke on my own blood, trying to make a sound*

You done good, hombre. You are a real Blood now...

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on Apr. 29 2018 at 9:59 pm
WolfWhisperer0911 BRONZE, Austin, Texas
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@AinsleyTurnedAlex Great poem! Instant favorite!