25 to life

story of a young man who turned to gangs after a trouble and hard childhood.

As he walks into the jail, he can’t help but wonder

How did he get here? Was it his fault or was it his circumstances?

He closes his eyes and thinks about his past,

As it gnaws silently at his brain, never going away, just there has it lingers

He think did I ever even have a chance that would last?…

He comes from a broken home,

But he didn’t ever show the hurt, didn’t ever show the pain.

Now you didn’t ever see him cry, when he had sadness he just covered it up, just write it off with anther lie.

Every day he wonders if he should go home or just make himself die.

But what home? That wasn’t a home.

He has no father,

No one to guide him, as from reality he grow farther.

He couldn’t get out of his own personal abyss so he never bothered.

So he tired to fill the broken spaces, with weed, rap and b*****s.

But for a broken hearts that s**t don’t work well as stitches.

On the outside he’s living, but on the insides he’s bleeding.

As the whole time he wonder‘s how with this live he‘s supposed to be succeeding...

(Refrain)

This is his life, this is his song.

As he wallows in his agony as anther day drags along.

Is it his fault or is it his circumstances.

So I ask of you your stance,

Would he change if he dad a second chance.

But how his life could have been, only God will know.

But, for now it’s back to his cell he’ll have time to think,

As it’s just anther day in his 25 to life….

Ya just anther day in his 25 to life…..

　

His life’s got a that’s so messed up and torn up for some many lies.

He’s grown up with so much lies, so much pain and mistrust. Only knows violence hoe’s and lust.

Disappointment and self-esteem blows, what the hell he’s been though God only knows.

Ain’t got no one, ain’t got no good influences ain’t got no light, stuck by himself in the dark.

Dark at as night, and he fights.

Just to stay alive just to be by, he he’s crawls, he brawls.

Cuz this is the trailer park, but this ain’t not 8 mile happy ending.

This trailer’s a messed up whorehouse. Always a new man in the house,

And these times are so hard, and getting even harder,

Cuz you can’t buy no love, with these damn link cards.

Living with an abusive mama, dealing with the fighting and the yelling and the baby mama drama.

Trailer trash, one messed up and torn up up mash.

She’s a burnt-out alcoholic s**t, depression problems and lots of cuts.

Tired of the fighting, screaming, a better tomorrow is all he’s dreaming.

But how the hell is he supposed to get out of this hellhole.

There’s gotta be more, oh God there’s gotta be more.

Then this damn town full of drive-bys and robbing stores.

Why is the most important things Benzes and J’s?

Listing to the radio what J-z and Lil Wayne have to say?

But his question remains as before him his life flashes and unfolds and is told.

(Refrain)

This is his life, this is his song.

As he wallows in his agony as anther day drags along.

Is it his fault or is it his circumstances.

So I ask of you your stance,

Would he change if he dad a second chance.

But how his life could have been only God will know.

For it’s back to his cell he’ll have time to think,

As it’s just anther day in his 25 to life….

Ya just anther day in his 25 to life…..

He can’t help but wonder if it was psychological or biological.

As the course of his life where interchanging,

Morals and conscience rearranging.

But how could he love in a world filled with hate.

He can’t help but wonder if it was destiny, or maybe fate.

But perhaps this is all for something he chose to create.

As he remembers how he turned to gang life, to get out of the strife.

Now there’re his family, the family he never had.

Turns to guns, as his own judgment he starts to shun.

His loyalty the gang what’s to see.

But what the cops see in murder in the first degree….

Thought before he had strife? Better welcome him to 25 to life?

(Refrain)

This is his life, this is his song.

As he wallows in his agony as anther day drags along.

Is it his fault or is it his circumstances.

So I ask of you your stance,

Would he change if he dad a second chance.

But how his life could have been only God will know.

For it’s back to his cell he’ll have time to think,

As it’s just anther day in his 25 to life….

Ya just anther day in his 25 to life…..

　

So there’s his life, there’s his strife,

Is it justification for 25 to life?

Author's Note

oh and igonre some grammer beacsue this is lyrics, hip-hop/rap and apporopite for the genre (such as using cuz, ain't, gonna) ect. Any major mistake feell free to let me know! thanks! =)

Reviews

[Tasha]

Wow, this is so sad it could be a rap song you did a very good job.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[DearSweetAgony]

I could actually hear the rap inside of my head.
And from what I can hear it sound pretty awesome.
You do have a few errors but they are very insignificant.
It reminds me of Eminem's Lose Yourself,and The book JUDE.
You really hit into the heart for me with this one.
My cousin has gone through everything you have written,only he doesn't have 25 to life.
This is truly a piece of art.
Wonderful Job!

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime people have no choice. Poor and no place to go lead you on the bad highway. I believe the USA to fix the education system. Every kid need a fair chance at a good education. The story is direct and sad. When you look back at a life where things fell a part. Easy to figure what happen. A very strong poem. 25 to life is a long time. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Blue Moon Ice Cream]

You brought this man to life in your lyrics. As I read this, I just wanted to wrap my arms around him and hug him. This kind of thing makes me so sad and I think about the same questions you asked...whose fault is it? What kind of person would I be if I had grown up in that environment? Would I get out, or would I get dragged under? Excellent rhymes and just a fantastic poem/song.

[*[[ Cadence ]]*]

wow...intense. such a sad poem, but realistic. im sure there are several men in jail,gangs,etc who could relate to this piece. nice job once again my friend. great write (:

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

A.G. reading this makes me sorrowful for where many of the young people in our society are treading. Much of what you have written about is considered "kewl" among the young and is a travesty. This breaks my heart.

[A.G Franke]

Basically this is a typical story of how a boy turns to gang life and get's a 25 to life for a murder. So the my question is, is it fair for him to blame his life his life on his circumstances? Or should he take responsiblety for his action? Perhaps the blame should be on his upbringing, or rather lack of it? But we do grow up and make our own descions, but when then is the age to start talking responsiblity for are our actions? Would we have turned out differnt if he did't have a hard life? since this is A.G. FrankeMother's Day's I want to thank all mother and espeically my mother! thank you mom for not giving me life like this. thanks for reviews! enjoy and much love! =)