by DaBaby, Marin
Someone I look like is my dad and everything and I got my mom’s eyes and smile and I feel sorry to them because they told me every day to be good and change my life, but I never heard them. I was too busy on the street smoking meth with the homies rolling blunts and shhh like that.
I feel bad because they were always there for me, and I appreciate that they are still there when I need them. I never thought I was that person. It feels as if I was in a dream, like if I had a timeout. Now, I remember everything I did and how I changed from being at church every day to being on the street stealing, taking things from people. Like, if I seen someone with the nice shoes or clothes I would tell them and of course they would have needed to give it to me, but I realize that having guns, drugs, weed, pills, everything they needed I had it, and I was just someone else.
Now, I started having my shhh together because everything I did in my block. I’m not happy with who I was, now I am going to change and help my community to do better because hella people know me everywhere I go, even the 7-Eleven knows me because I would not let people be mean with them. Please save my homie, my brother to go to jail. Qué viva la raza chapina but got caught after.