What do you think about this poem?

Published September 5, 2010 | By Bman

Question by Jay T: What do you think about this poem?
This is a poem called

“The Life I chose”

This is about the life we all choose, to follow everyday
working in a factory, no heat at home, barely getting paid
you struggle to pay the rent when its due, no matter what the price
you making sure your kids fed, rolling with a new crew, we aint nice
we making crack sales, bud, scripts, it dont matter your fix
you think its all fun and games, but the police playing tricks
to try to get you indicted, in prison for a federal offense
as the cops roll by, the trigger fingers get tense
people think that everybody selling has a choice,
but alot us of are born into it, with a silenced voice
this business you wanna get into, isnt very smart
coming out alive, or not in prison is a real thug art
not many can support a child on welfare, almost impossible
rolling down the streets, seeing the dealers lair, he’s unstoppable
you cant stop it by throwing money at the problems
even if the mayor says his promise is solemn
but this isnt just about the ghetto life, its inside every home
lets move to California, finding a young girl all alone
she was raised in a nice area, but suffered from the booze in her house
when she returned from school, her mother bruised, with blood on her blouse
she listened as the beatings continued, trying to save her own life
she is growing up afraid to be a woman, never to be a wife
she cuts herself to try to alleviate the pain, no matter how deep
the cuts keep going, she can never escape and fall asleep.
she tries to maintain a positive outlook, but is beaten into submission
she prays to who she thinks is god, as the beatings continues, just wishin
but one day, she decides to end her mothers anguish, and gets a knife
as her father smacks her mother, as his blood is drained, so is his life
she just killed her father, but cant handle what she’s done
addicted to blood, they say a junkie is like a setting sun
so she waits for the police, starts herself a gun battle
takes her daddies keys, and grabs some guns, as the ammo rattles
the first cop rolls up to the scene, to be sprayed with fire,
as if by a cop killin machine, she dares the cops to try her
they fire back, she is done fighting them, so she snaps
loads the gun, spins the chamber, and fires off her last cap
the coroner said, they found a diary, and inside was a horrible story
that showed the abuse, and violence that involved the girl named Tory
So now we go back to our homie out in Harlem
slanging the heroin, trying to pay for his street stardom
but slowly he began a deadly course, which he couldn’t supply
they say Scarface failed the rule, as did he, always gettin high
he doesnt make his profit like he used to, now he using
not a dealer anymore, lost the money, now he abusing
so he getting strung out all day, but searches for a god to pray
he found one, and know is cleaner, following what jesus would say
now its been 15 years since his horrible, addiction that led to his disease
he has the A-I-D-S, but has a child and is begging god please
let his child be sparred from his, incurable fate
not knowing it isnt his, but his wife had gotten raped
so he dies a man, thinking his son will die
but now we all know, that his son never said goodbye
to a real man, who woulda loved him the same
even if the things he did, were horrible, just to maintain
so hopefully we know the sad story, no matter where you from
you life can be gory, but drowning all the pain that we carry in rum
doesnt stop, what happens everyday, in every spot
hopefully theres a heaven, that we have all forgot,
so we can live in eternal peace, never hell
people feel they are there, in a prison cell
maybe we can adapt, to stop the shit from the past
but maybe we repeat, just like the generation last