'The Stranger In The Mirror' Poem by troublesome thug

when i was growing up i always wanted to be that one that u feared
than i woke up one morning an saw a stranger in the mirror.
with eyes so vacant an glazed,
results of living a lyfe in a constant haze.
didnt wanna go this far...
but tha crime an violence became my reality
tha money, gangs an drugs became apart of my family.
an thangs stopped makin sense when the bizarre didnt seem so crazy
a tru product of the streets
thanks to tha killers an drug dealers that rasied me.
but this morning i didnt recognize tha person i have became
what do u do when its all said an done?