Destiny...

Born to be great...
Born in a foreign land
Definitely, no mistake
Rather a mark on worlds' sand

Receipt of racist comments
Constant detesting of law's favoritism
This is my advent
An absence of mutualism

Visible scars on my neck;
wrestled desirously in school
Rights left on the deck
Authority pardons the mule

Survived doing drugs;
A streetwise mentality
Vehemently followed thugs
I slept in jail, was this my destiny?

Tortured less than a dog in prison
Suffered treacherously, the wardens unjust treatment
Thank God t'was for a lesson and season
A relationship I had to cement

I once believed in faith and obedience
It was the way,
The right way for conscience
I guess I had to die to live another day.