I pray everyday for things to be the same I cried 1000 tear drops my pain rains I remember begging down on my knees Submitting all of my sins, Just to have another bad day I cried every night from my parent's fights I had to pick sides, deep down I knew it wasn't right Right next to me is a teddy bear and a knife Do I Hug the pain away or make a ****** sacrifice I prayed everyday for things to go back like how it was But change often fades, into falling for blind love Confiding you're deepest Treasures inside of a broken chest Delusion replaces confusion you think you're at your best I pray I could change my personality, So I wouldn't live to end up as a casualty The brash nature of a stereotype, Subconsciously giving into blasphemy I pray that I don't make the same mistakes That pushed this cycle to motion in the first place I pray that there's a God that's listening As I load this Glock, father im about to sin.
This poem is a look into the mind of a gang-member as he prays to his God