As the rain trickled down my face,
It's cooling my anger,
I look up at the NYC skyline
And see the gray sky stair back,
Blocking the night sky from my sight,
I think about the old days,
Of my previous life…

My life was perfect,
I had a gang,
We hung out, we did our "thing,"
Life was perfect,
At age eighteen.

But then one day,
They came around,
Those Puerto Rican boys,
My one way ticket
Out of this life.
They challenged me
And my gang,
We accepted it,
And I killed them.

I didn't mean to,
I really didn't!
I was overcome by pressure
Of my "pals."
Now I have true friends,
And I respect them.

Time and time again,
I thought I was going to die,
Repaying my dept
To that young man.
But I didn't, I survived.
I don't know why
He wants me alive,
I guess that he wants
Me to suffer like he did,
And I am,
But I am not alone…