look into my life (pt 2/3)

PART TWO(pt one and three on my profile) "look into my life" #spokenwordflow #alltrue #realLifeinspiration #notsuitableforeverybody #lookintomylife #storytelling #storytime thanks for listening! because it rid me of all the negative things the streets had to offer i no longer had to find a dollar for food no more fueds with the others no more thunderclouds that hovered i finally had a free life to live with flying colors my way with no worries that things would no longer be taken away from me but given with love i finally had a family that was sent from above it was a happy ending i was ascending into a new life i didnt have to fight for every need was met more than i asked for we took vacations family trips that end in laughter this was the life i dreamed after but nothing last forever however those two years were some of the best times i ever had i learned so much and i finally knew what it felt like to be loved by an actual family. i had younger siblings now i had to be the example so when i got in trouble my punishments were handled by my new father r.i.p he was the best dad i ever known its too bad hes not here with me to tell him to his face but hes the reason that i turned out okay coming from a city street thug to a surburban life of love and lessons it took a while for me to get it going from no rules to losing my privileges until theyre earned again really taught me the meaning of discipline genuine care and concern can reahape even the baddest little nigga on earth after two years i only got better now i was a model citizen a good kid to look after i did my homework and ate my meals with the family we had family discussions and for once my opinion mattered i gathered my negative behavior and locked it all away because this new family mattered they showed me love i never could have imagined but still there were days that were challenged you can take a nigga out the hood but you cant take the hood outta nigga how he was raised will always be present and apart of how he thinks im mixed black and white so the hood follows me i had to fight hard for my seat at the table on these streets this new way of living was foreign to me it took a lot of grounding me to break these bad habits i picked up in the streets but you cant break whats broken even If its already in pieces i had to rearrange reshape til the puzzle was completed you couldnt tell me nothing at one point in time i was too concieted so learning how to be civil didnt come easy some days i wish i just had a genie to grant me three wishes of a life worth living i was given a second chance from my mother leaving when she died i wasnt right for awhile and i still have trouble sleeping but it was a blessing indiguise if ud ever believe it my mom dying is the reason i had another family to be with thouh i never grieve it part three (the final part) on my profile