Rappers Reality

How can we be justified?
Mortified in the way we lie?
Dignified in the way we die?
Singing rimes to a way of life?
Picking colors, choosing friends?
Killing enemies till the bitter end.
Is this a question I would ever ask?
Not this Rapper, I was not born for such a task.
The poetry I layeth, are for those to play with.
Take a street and then pretend they all own it till the bitter end.
“But reality”;
Said the Rapper was never a friend.
Not when Queen-Crack runs the street like a diseased whore.
King-H, is no better, in fact much worse.
Because, in reality it’s all just a matter of who gets paid first.
Then it’s “Give me your money you scum sucking dog.”
And when all is said in done;
Asked the Rapper.
Who has really won?
Who has in reality, in the end, really gotten the upper-hand?
No one but the Dealer-Man.