The Streets Are For The Birds

Time I will never forget I was currently in prison on a 2 year bid. Involved in gang violence a grown man but acting like a kid. I made those 2 years drag by so slow. I started fighting inmates and assaulting the COs. I can honestly say i just gave up on myself and let time go. As the days passed by it seemed like there was no hope. I only got mail and visits from my mom nobody else was there for me like they said they would be. The streets are for the birds there is no real loyalty. I learned the hard way but I'm glad I did. Most people are acquaintances their not your true friend. As time goes by you will start to realize that people only come around so they can stand out. Their nice to your face but dirty when your not around. This thing called life is truly a big game. The only time you mean something to people is when you have money or fame. Two weeks before I got released my mother was murdered four days before I was released my dad was too. I came home to burying my parents mentally lost and no clue what to do. Get out the streets while you still can don't let the streets do the same to you.