Death

look into my eyes homie I've done seen death up close.
I watched his body release his soul,
bullets rip holes right through his clothes.
So dear God when it comes time to judge my soul,
please forgive me for that times that I lost control.
I'm posted, surrounded by tha sins of my past, run n games
make me smile but that shit don't last.
Its obvious when death calls where ain't no turnin back.
SKS's used by hoodlums all in black, they wanna merk me catch me without a strap.
Brace my self for rebirth and the power of the blast.
It's obvious I take my sins with me to the grave.
I know the pain caused and that theres a price to be paid.

-Mario


Mario is getting close to being integrated back into society. He will spend several months in a group home focused on teaching life skills. He has become a calm person and I am not sure what his life will be like on the outs. I see how these young men get comfortable incarcerated and begin to show signs of hope for a purposeful life but nothing can be truly validated until the youth can show that he can make it as a everyday citizen. I find myself dismissing the luxury of knowing how to read and having parents and family that knew how important that was. I take advantage of the fact that there are several people that provide good leadership and model good behavior. I take advantage of the fact that I am free from being hunted. I can even enjoy a vacation hear and there.