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C.R.E.A.M (FaceMcShootyX)(5)

C.R.E.A.M

I was born poor

My environment had very little promise of success

Sadness and violence surrounded me

I filled myself with that sadness in the form of drugs and crime

I'm responsible for my actions, what I did was wrong

I felt I was doing what was necessary for survival and maybe I was

Eventually, the law caught up with me and they beat me down further

Despite the odds, I was able to fix my life with the help of friends and family

I came into a good job and began furthering my education

I came a long way in two years

But I wonder if I went the wrong way

Maybe being broke was better

I find it strange how many new friends I made when I could afford to wear nicer clothes

It's odd how many women became attracted to me when I could afford to work out at a gym, eat well, and get tattoos

I'm in no way rich but I have more money than many of the people I used to know

I see old enemies coming to me with friends smiles and open hands

Am I wrong to turn them away?

I believe they would still shove a knife in my back given the chance

Some more literally than others

But I have learned the sins of others don't excuse my own

My lawn isn't that nice yet but there are already snakes in the grass

It's true I want to be a writer to spread a positive message

But I'd be lying if I said I don't want to make a little money

Does that make me a hypocrite?

We all follow these paper trails to eat and pay our bills

But where do we draw the line between survival and greed?

Around the world, we claim to follow god

In truth, we worship at the altar of the almighty dollar

I truly don't know if I'm right or wrong

If I'm bad or good

If I'm enlightened or denying reality

All I know is Crash Rules Everything Around Me

It's worth mention this poem has references to the songs "Love Yourz" by J Cole "Paper Trail$" by Joey Basa$$ and "C.R.E.A.M" by the Wu-Tang Clan.