A Sucker's Life Poem by Aram Stefanian

We were dead-end kids in the City of God,
We had enough street smarts to mug and kill.
And when the walking wounded were choking on blood,
We took our time to pick up our heaters and chill.
We needed more C to get over the cocaine blues,
We heisted the street pushers and took dinero and grass,
We formed our juvie gang of junk pushers, but were bad news,
The pigs busted many of us and nailed to a cross.
We fired up, and then set fire to the pig heaven,
We lost our amigos who didn't get back from a bum trip,
We had no manana, the deadly sins were unforgiven,
The burnouts like us caught hell for being on a rip.