HALLOWEEN

All I hear is "Shoot 'em up" and "bang bang"
Nobody causing a ruckus, but beefing with another gang.

Every day is Halloween, every day you go out is scary.
Looking over your shoulder, looking for the modern day Dirty Harry.

Can't walk to the store if you don't go alone,
Because the Mexicans are waiting and you may not make it home.

Bullets have no name, nor does a knife with a long blade.
It comes with the territory, and it's the bed that you made.

We're all in the same gang, but people rather call 911.
Let the police deal with the gang members that be toting the gun.

No matter where you go, it's not peaches and cream.
When the sun sets in Long Beach, it turns into Halloween.

If you go Downtown, it's nice. You're pretty much safe.
But go anywhere past 7th Street, all you'll see is yellow tape.

Go further you'll see bodies covered in white sheets,
Homicide Unit retrieving bullets that's scattered in the streets.

They got hoods on lock, never heard of the Eastside Longos on 21st.
That's where the insane hang, which they claim is the deadliest turf.

Only time it's peaceful is when the gangs are asleep.
It's never like that! So you'll never find peace.

Not in the streets, definitely not in Long Beach.
Guns and bullets are real, and it's not a figure of speech.

Every day is Halloween, even if the day is Christmas.
You can look out your window and say, "What the hell is this?"

Police all at the scene, K-9 Unit finding a scent,
Suspect hiding in the bushes, it's the everyday L.B. bullshit.

Every day is Halloween and, like Thanksgiving, on the streets you'll get stuffed,
Face full of bullets, the Eastside Longos don't give a fuck about handcuffs.

E're all in the same gang, another black body at the scene.
No matter where you go in Long Beach, every day is Halloween!!

JUDGED BY MY FLAWS

I'm judged by my flaws, judged by what I've did,
How i went to prison, how I've abandoned my kid.

I'm judged by my crime, judged by my file,
21 years for arson! That's what I got in a criminal trial.

They treat me so damn bad like the lowest of scum,
Put me on the same level as the pedophile and the bum.

They judge me not by me, wanting to rehabilitate,
But judge me as a menace, locked behind a 30 foot barbwire gate.

Don't say he's rehabilitated, don't say that he's changed,
But say he's still a pyromaniac, arsonist still in his brain.

After all of this time, I'm judged also by the color of my skin,
Want to see me dead, so they can notify my next of kin.

I'm not judged by my looks or even my ability,
They call me a liar, and I've lost all credibility.

Because of the fires I've started and the accelerants of flammability,
So they thought for 21 years they'll detain me in a correctional facility.

I'm judged by my flaws, but what if my flaws make me great?
While I'm judged to fail, they still judge me with hate.

I'm gonna carry my weight as my poetry accumulate,
Thanks to the haters! As my mind continues to rotate.

I'm judged by my flaws, people don't look at me the same.
2 arson convictions is all that'll come up when you google my name.

I've been a star way before the Cowboys had that logo,
Despite my tarnished rep, I'll be known like sandwiches you get at Togo's.

I'm like some uncooked meat that you defrost and thaw,
I'm trying to be somebody better, but I'm judged by my flaw.