untitled I wrote when I was 15

because of the secrets
I have held
144,000 lost chances
to go to heaven
and not to hell
trapped in the jail cell
of guilt and pain
I fell I dont meet
the daily requirements
for whats real...
Nigga!
Do you get the deal?
these secrets and lies
break families
and ties
but it feels better
to have ignorant bliss
than suffer the ethics
of the wise
Blood over water
through thick
and through thin
living by traditions
that i dont understand
is my only true sin
Still time wears on
so we do what we must
before the race is over
and my life
turns to dust.