Issue 4, January 2008
A Dealer’s Life
by Darrell Wilkins
Life has changed so much for me
Without demonstrating negativity
I caused so much destruction, from place to place,
Set in my ways, going at my own pace.
There was no difference whom I sold drugs to,
Whether if you were from my hood or just passing
through.
If your money was green, or you came from my past,
I’d send you into the future, with a “high” meant to last.
But them days are over
So said the judge,
To remove the trash from my streets
That you pushed around like sludge.
This sentence I’m imposing
Will not only make you think,
But educate your mind and heart
To use society as your link.
He was right, I’ve done so much better since then.
I gave my life to Christ, and truly met a friend.
I’m currently away from my family,
And those I love most,
But with strength and perseverance.
I’m with the Holy Ghost
So when you’re in your cell,
Thinking of all the things you’ve done
From hurting people, to selling drugs
Things you thought were fun,
Think way way back, to when you were young,
And you thought that hustling was cool,
Now, think ahead, to this very day
Now don’t you feel a fool?
As th e hours go by
And the days turn into weeks,
I think of all the things I’ve missed
Like squeezing my daughter’s cheeks.
Before I realize
Without notice, as the weeks turn into years,
I have nothing else to show my remorse
Besides a pillow full of tears.
If I could help
Just one young man, from not going astray,
You’d be amazed at what he would do
Just from the things I’d say.
Remember, someone there before you
Was also from that town,
Before enough became enough
And they turned their life around.
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