Turf Wars & French Fries

Turf Wars & French Fries

I’m sorry, my deepest apologies Roc for that day I crashed into your Beamer, I guess I got lost in my junkie starter kit,
 
Maybe if I..happen to come across a misplaced iPhone, I could possibly have chico jailbreak it and I can barter it,
 
Was I just unlucky, am I just indifferent, was I just bit by this bug, now I’m free falling trying to Peter Parker it,
 
Friends have died for this cause, for they know not what a martyr is, dangling our souls on a string for before my selfishness 
departs with it,
 
It seems at a young age I deplaned with no end game, something pulled my chute, and I landed in a turf war, strange both sides wanted me dead though,
 
Bullets flying, blood splatter, painful shouts, last names dissipated, bursting flames, took me years to realize this was just me up in my head though,
 
Tales of regression and relapse become elevator music for the one who forgot about cold sweats in December,
 
Fancy the real, let his social media posts lack humility, it may take him a memorial or two to remember,
 
There’s no ending to this turf war, not if he cannot acknowledge every bullet dodged he had help,
 
There’s no conclusion to the sunken place, not if he cannot see that even with peace of mind and an over drafted account he had wealth,
 
Incredible how my mind works, commit the crime, ignorant to the consequence, never considering how hard time works,
 
We walk out of Hell unscathed and ungrateful, I’m not surprised though, claim we’re willing to go to any length but we still won’t work the fries though,
 
We must be honest with self or it kills us, if I balk at it, God I promise I’ll try harder next time for my fallen friend’s sake,
 
…And pull gratitude from even clean socks and draws, on the 4th, I came a long way from the roach that crawled out of my trash bag of clothes at my intake.