On the day of his trial that took place in court

He expected his "bros" to show up for support

But all who remained in his corner was mom

Who he should've been listening to all time along

He glanced at his mother with eyes of repression

As the jury had now taken place in its session

The judge asked him what he'd been doing and when

Now that boy gettin' thirteen years in the pen

Yo tell me the truth, was it worth it my man?

To throw away life before it even began?

So remember to never get down with a G

Cause the kid in the story you're reading is me

(This is a work of fictional storytelling)