Monsters

I'm coming raw and uncut
It was all from the gut
In my neighborhood
We went to the mall with our guns
Ruthless and tough I think not
Just scared we would get shot
By a kid from a different block
Or stopped by the cops
For the glocks that we packed
Believe it, it's fact
Because we never had dads
And we never knew fathers
Most grew to be monsters
unconscious of the terror
we perpetrated as convicts.