I am the Last Ruined NIGGA

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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