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Crossroads VOL. 1 /Corridors in the mind
Man, you got to keep it together in here,
One false move, one sign of weakness or regret,
an they’ll move in on you like shark on blood Vato,
“Comprendes… Me entiendes Mendez”
There’s no place for that in here, emotions will get you killed faster than anything
In a place like this, there are only three things you can do,
Sleep, read and workout… But understand how to escape in your mind,
And it’s that last one that will keep you from going insane
There, no one can touch you,
Because hell is repetition, and always full of what ifs,
There beyond the walls of your mind, in the corridors at the end of your line,
through the days and nights of barely breathable hot stale air,
Lukewarm or no water, you’ll see that every day is now judgment day
Surviving all the gangs and cliques is just the beginning,
that you’ll soon find out, and what is left for you,
the first and only power that you’ll soon find out will try and break you first,
faster than corrupt guards can an ever will
That is the last defense you got brother, the last line between you an them
and they want it all man, but let me tell ya, don’t ever give a foot , don’t ever give in
or you’ll be working for them forever man, and that boss is never ending or satisfied,
He’s a son of a bitch, make sure you know that, they’re not your friends,
they’re your contacts, your crutch’s to survive, get in an get what you want,
so you don’t ever have to worry or think on your own, they will keep you weak an dumb
so you will always depend on them, and work for them,
telling you that you need to be in their pack to survive
But remember this man, you’ll reap just what you sow,
but a real wolf can adapt at any situation,
knows when to survive in a pack,
and when to be alone and survive on his own,
because only a wolf can survive with an without a pack,
There in your mind, look past the mirror and bullshit that you been fed for years,
What are they made of, what is the real cost of it,
And tell me honestly, when those hell hounds were on your trail,
was, as you had previously said “That last fair deal gone down”at the cross roads worth it…
Just remember, we’ll be back man, an on our own feet again…
and while you’re at it, take a look at yourself man, and see what your true worth is,
One false move, one sign of weakness or regret,
an they’ll move in on you like shark on blood Vato,
“Comprendes… Me entiendes Mendez”
There’s no place for that in here, emotions will get you killed faster than anything
In a place like this, there are only three things you can do,
Sleep, read and workout… But understand how to escape in your mind,
And it’s that last one that will keep you from going insane
There, no one can touch you,
Because hell is repetition, and always full of what ifs,
There beyond the walls of your mind, in the corridors at the end of your line,
through the days and nights of barely breathable hot stale air,
Lukewarm or no water, you’ll see that every day is now judgment day
Surviving all the gangs and cliques is just the beginning,
that you’ll soon find out, and what is left for you,
the first and only power that you’ll soon find out will try and break you first,
faster than corrupt guards can an ever will
That is the last defense you got brother, the last line between you an them
and they want it all man, but let me tell ya, don’t ever give a foot , don’t ever give in
or you’ll be working for them forever man, and that boss is never ending or satisfied,
He’s a son of a bitch, make sure you know that, they’re not your friends,
they’re your contacts, your crutch’s to survive, get in an get what you want,
so you don’t ever have to worry or think on your own, they will keep you weak an dumb
so you will always depend on them, and work for them,
telling you that you need to be in their pack to survive
But remember this man, you’ll reap just what you sow,
but a real wolf can adapt at any situation,
knows when to survive in a pack,
and when to be alone and survive on his own,
because only a wolf can survive with an without a pack,
There in your mind, look past the mirror and bullshit that you been fed for years,
What are they made of, what is the real cost of it,
And tell me honestly, when those hell hounds were on your trail,
was, as you had previously said “That last fair deal gone down”at the cross roads worth it…
Just remember, we’ll be back man, an on our own feet again…
and while you’re at it, take a look at yourself man, and see what your true worth is,
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