Often Failure Seems Worst Than Prison

One of my brother's back home is locked up.. and i often write about his decisions,influence,effects, and presence in my life... here is a piece i wrote over the summer...

The plight of a man
Broken by struggles
Pushed by survival
Yet moved by materials
First born. Loved. Adored. Spoiled.
The Creation of a life full of ego
Who Chased pride
Limited by self- determination
Control and societal roles
But his story hasn't proven any different
Same ol'e hit the streets beat

But could have been
A doctor
A surgeon
Could have just been
But he became....
Perfection that got thrown into beats
Heart sound of life
Living
To the minute
Minute to the deal
And deal to seal
The life living
Ego tipping
The hustle
The women
The time stolen
Always start
Now he has to finish

Gone til november
And so scales couldn't have ever
Caught this weight
The plight of this man.
Struggling with brokeness
Searching for paths acquired not earned
Stacks earned through rep acquired
Balancing prison and death
And reps that brought stacks

(Also brought pets
Streets talk
Dogs walk, cat don't live 9 lives
Where I'm from.
And He already used one too many)..


And so he paved
Bull dozer
Street doza
No corner
No formula
No front
All investments pure ego bought
The plight woven through
Flight not once, not twice..and again...
And yet he created a hole deeper than death
A cycle of repetition
Lifestyle changes
created lifestyle maybe's
Of things changing
And though the light always shined
They took pics of the one who
Shinned the brightest
Thinking small cover ups
And large line ups
On hush hush
Would balance?
He knew scales better than any
And was the news.
Fast became now, because yesterday got blue
Out of style. So they watched
They learned
They took pics
While he were ahead of the city.
And even now..
All on his shoulders...
It seems
The worth was earned so hard
That failure is worst than prison...
Leaving nothing left...
But the plight of a man
Broken by struggles...