I am the Last Ruined NIGGA
I'm the last ruined Nigga
Robbed of life and and all that made me me
I owned the street and ran its shows
Killed the bastards and loved its cribs
The rain of guns and the showers of tears
I lost my way at five
Strayed with the adventures of my youth
Redeemed by the street to master its craft
Gat no joy but a heart of shattered conscience
Neither a man nor a beast
Today I stand at the very gates of hell
The jury's verdict brings the gallow to me
I hear the beckoning pleas of death
I dread my end but gat no choice
What's there in the grave?
If today be my last, let it be
Curse be that man in purple linen
Woe to that priest in holy toga
Even the judge will die in shame
The world had lost its last pearl of justice
We are all criminals
We dined at the table of the devil in this life
We will burn together in hell the next
Adieu to this beautiful world
Rest in Peace to me
A retired general of ghetto's thugs
© Olatuja Oloyede