A True Gangster

[tectak]

I was 7 years old
when I first started.
Big homie said flip
it, so I flipped it.
He said I was good.

I was 9 years old,
for the first time got
caught up. An ounce in
elementary school;
thought I was clever.

I was 12 years old,
thinking I'm a badass
in my YA pants.
Starting many fights
and gaining respect.

It was at 13,
life took a turn see,
I was doing a stint
when me and my homie
jacked a guard's car and fled.

To Mexico...

But federalés rolled up.
Smoked my boy 
and left me all holed up.

I was 16,
returned to normal life
wondering what's next.
I met a girl who
showed me life with love.

Six months later
the devil caught up.
Thought I got away
but he came in force.
Took my life of love.

Rage.

I was 17,
three months from 18.
Jacked some dude at the mall
who refused to give in,
so I kidnapped him.

To Mexico...

But federalés rolled up.
Got me before
I could put up a fight.

I was 19
when convicted.
Either a heartless
judge or it fit the crime;
Life plus thirteen years.

I'm 35
looking at pictures
on visiting day.
Telling my brother:
Never make my mistakes.

Hello weed,
this is as good as it gets. This is genre poetry but with a twist. Rather than crit it out of the genre, to what could only be detrimental, I can only say job well done. There are some grammatical inconsistencies but you could argue veracity vernacular. e.g. "Either a heartless judge or it fit the crime" . Hmmm. OK. I'm over it. Yes to this...ending a bit predictable and the weaker for it but I would go home happy.
Best,
tectak