Analysis of Cryptic

I bleed from stress when I watch a child grow up and see his sense of righteousness diminished by tragic life events.
When the choice is fight or flight, and he’s too afraid to do what’s right, his conscience becomes a slave to the neurotic ways of his gang’s charades.
He dreams and prays for the courage to say he’s done with these games and moving away to a different state just to escape the treacherous fate and unbearable weight that’s saturated his mind from all those terrible crimes he was forced to commit or else be divorced from his clique by a burst from a clip.  
There's no hearst for a Crip—just a body thrown headfirst off a cliff into a murky pit.
So he goes home and just sits, contemplating his decision on how to tell them he’s quit.
What words could shift their perspective toward letting him loose from this blue outfit?
Ransacking the corner store burned the last of his wick.
This brick of poison has to be the last that he flips.
He’s got his mother worried sick that if he hits another lick, it might be the end of his script.
The only way to remedy his fate is to fake his own death without raising suspicion.
Make it seem like a fateful mistake or maybe an accident that happened too quickly.
Perhaps a traffic hit-and-run where he spins out and then flips over a bridge but manages to ditch the whip before slipping into the river’s muddy abyss.
Nah, too complicated.
Next, he writes on a page a story of rage in which he’s stuck in a cage, shackled in chains, with nothing to save him but part of a blade barely sharp enough to rip open a vein.
It’s been several days since that thought replayed, but his desperation to escape this nightmarish space won’t dissipate.
I’d say creating a false suicide letter without the trace of a body is a shoddy idea.
What if they realize he lied and then aim to ruin his life by proving blue fugitives must die to be removed from the deadliest crew?
This plan doesn’t sound very bulletproof, true.
But what the hell is a fella to do when stuck in a situation so messy and crude?