Mother's Prayer

                                    Born and raise in the slung.
                                    I always dream of getting far away.
                                   From the ghetto chain that lead to.
                                   Lawless things incarcerated realizing.
                                   I have no one to blame,but the person.
                                   Who standing in front of the mirror. 
                                   That have change,from a boy to a man.
                                   I say over and over again Ill repent from.  
                                   My sins as Iwonder to myself is I'm lying.
                                   To conceal the truth of shame.
                                   To what I am and what I have became.
                                   To see the suffer and pain in my mother eyes.
                                    I'm not surprise,to hear her say.
                                    She "fear to see her son in a casket".
                                   Surround with flowers in baskets.
                                   Im asking for "forgiveness for my selfish ways".
                                   I pray that my mother will never witness that day.