Glory of a Warrior

You could label me insane

I'm just another victim of mental-cide

Declared by an outright genocide

And it wouldn't be no lie

If I told you

I contemplating suicide

To free myself from the suffering I've endured

Though I'd envision

How the tears woul be torturing

The beauty of mother features

God blessed her soul

Giving me the strenght

Not to draw back the trigger

Cut my wrist

Puncture a main artery

Nor overdose from medicated pills

For only the weak could be successful with that

Fold while under attack 

While under attack

I'll strategize a blueprint

With the main of a chezz master

Manipulating the practitionerz of deception

Disguise with an poker face

Cultivated early in my growth

Was the characteristics of a warrior

Fear nothing and to die happily

Would be my honorary reward

Making it thru the struggles

Face it with guts and glory

This is the story of a warrior

Breed from the streets of Baltimore

To prison raise

A future martyr of his day

Sean H.B

Who fought the odds

Surviving the struggles

Still, I can do no wrong in her eyes

Analyzing past thoughts one would've said

I had no soul

So....I can accept a violent death

A knife thrust thru my heart

Bullters piercing my physical form, however

My contribution to improving self

Will not go in vain

Giving back to where I came

Coming from nothing

Slept with the roaches and rats

Bite by snake

Thrown to the wolves

When I was just man-child trying to survive

In this capitalistic society

That systematically dismantle family structure

So I'm a product of a broken home

Broken dreams

Three other siblings

Single mother working to jobs

No guidance of a father figure

SO I was destine to be a menace

Destine to be a prisoner recognize by a ID#

Knowing I'm more than an ID#

I am a king

Dredz alone symbolize that as a lion mane

Striving to be free...

Of living a life addicted to the fast lane....

Sean H.B

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