LUCIFER'S CHRONICLES

I once knew this guy Deshaun, he was running with crews,

doing nothing but who felt like they had something to prove,

he grew up poor in the ghetto and he had a lack of funds,

he promised and avowed that he'd never go back to guns,

he saw crack in tons pushed around by these gangs of thugs,

he were in the hood banging, always there slanging drugs,

and they were not well appeased, were always selling keys,

and running up and beating up people, committing felonies,

who ran around with different crews and were smoking blunts,

and Deshaun did not touch gats, but they were toting guns,

were always smoking bowls of dope, 'till they overdosed,

and got an extreme high, and sometimes they'd choke on coke,

and they considered smart kids weak, they learned from the best,

of finding ways to catch those good niggas they yearning to test,

the different kids earning respect, on the curb with the rest,

who were acting fools, and packing tools, and burning the cess,

so while his gang was out banging, Deshaun was reading his books,

he wanted to flee from the crooks, called him weak and then shook,

crews would peek in the nooks looking to bother them, lashing out,

they never finished high school, were finding things to laugh about,

and now Deshaun was a graduate who left the streets alone,

he wanted to keep his home safe, but then the beast was shown,

this guy he beat up way back was on the block smoking crack,

doing coke and smack, and he and his crew were loading gats,

they did a drive-by with their AK's as they then rode in Acs,

the whole attack was in an instant, nothing could hold 'em back,

so now these people still remember old Deshaun and his crew,

he was the black sheep, being good is all he wanted to do,

and his murderers were jealous they can't stand on his level,

I guess it just proves that shit happens when dancing with devils