Analysis of Mistaken Identity

Deception is the enemy’s magic,
my hustle was only releasing his havoc.
In my life and others that are trapped in,
this path of drugs, there is no compassion.
With every hit, was another transaction.

I was the epitome of addiction.
I was so blind I couldn’t see,
a future without this identity.
I thought it brought out the best in me.
Hell, it was the only me I knew to be.
At a young age, this was the journey I chose,
through this dead valley of vultures and foes.
Counterfeit friends put on award-winning shows
while keeping you close is the enemy’s code.

Get what they can and leave me for dead,
the word family was sold for the price on my head,
While my kids were at home crying, lying in bed,
left to wonder,
"Was it something I said?"

More times than not, this is the story,
till it’s not.
You end up in a cell, on a cot,
or six feet under, beginning to rot.
If you are fortunate to get a second chance,
use it wisely, don’t make it worse,
Because this lifestyle is nothing but a curse.

As for me,
I plan to show the lost and broken,
the end of the road first.
Praying that their travels back
 isn’t in a hearse.
But instead, with their families,
putting God first.