****WARNING : Strong Language****


My parents went to the country and I was to stay at home.
I had my friend Mel stay over so I wasn’t alone.
I was banned from seeing the boyz, they were not welcome in my home.
But they knew my parents were out and they knew I was virtually alone.
One knock on the door. Robbie came in.
Another knock on the door Steve came inside.
I was trapped in my own house and I had no where to hide.
If Dad found out I would be fuked! I’d be in deep shit.
I had no choice I just had to deal wiv it.
Eight sat around the table, smoking cones and drinking.
They threw rubbish around the place and in the pool.
The beer cans were sinking.
Next minute boyz started jumping da fence. Boyz I’d never seen.
Ferrel crusty looking guys. One looked really mean.
I discovered this was initiation. New crew came today
And my house had been chosen for them to start their day.
They were to take my stuff, and sell it on the street.
The fucken bastards were gona rape me then take the shoes off of my feet.
I vowed not this time, not this particular day.
Hell no they weren’t gona take my shit. No fucken way.
I was always tested, because I was head strong.
Testing my loyalty. Where did I go wrong?
The new boyz sat at my table and pulled out a butterfly knife,
Swung it around like nun chucks. I was waiting for the strife.
But the rules had changed in a second the new challenge…..cut yourself.
The deeper the cut, the longer the cut. The more of your wealth.
It was so stupid. It was fucken dumb.
Why did this start! Why had it begun?
I hated the boyz, they had no fucking idea.
They idolized America, yet it was very fucken clear.
I don’t know much about their life, but I’m sure they don’t live this way.
Americans thrive on their homies, and live for the day.
They are very big on loyalty and would die for a friend.
But this shit was wrong, and it had to fucken end.
They didn’t care about each other. They lived for themselves and alone.
And they’d even fuck over their parents just to get mind blown.
America my ass. They know shit and were try hard.
I lived the life the life for 2 years and now I’m fucken scarred.

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