The Wrong Path In Life

Growing up choosing to take the path of crime
It wasn't the fault of my parents for they where strict but fair
Six siblings where loved, well fed not once was the fridge or cupboards where bare
Being respected in our community they must have bowed there heads in shame
But I don't know why ? I committed crime, time and time again
I only attended school for one individual lessen
For I educated myself on the streets of Liverpool
Each day I would try to read one book
At the same time I educated myself in crime
It was easy to continue on this self destructive path all the time
The first things I done was stealing cars of which I thought was a victimless crime
I didn't think that there insurance premiums would climb
I escalated into ram ramraiding shops
Becoming the getaway driver because in a police chase my driving was so good
My best mate and i was soon scouted for a large organised criminal gang
At first it was like Bo Duke in the dukes of hazard
Being in one gang made us a fair target for other gangs
They took up the challenge at any time they had a chance
One night they got there chance and shot my best mate who died in my arms
There is usually only one of two ways out of that life
One is in the ground six feet under and the other is to get a life time sentence
But I am the only exception and that is my mental health problems 
Take this as a warning because the criminal life will only end in tears

reefaman

I have a mental health illness and I was a inpatient in a private secure mental health hospital not because i was a danger to the public but because i myself was the only person who was in danger from me was myself and that will reflect in my poetry...

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