I am broad-shouldered and muscular
I wonder if I will ever move out
I hear the cry of pain
I see the fights and cuts
I want another cigarette

I am intelligent and reckless
I pretend I have a great life
I feel the death Johnny
I touch my greasy hair
I worry that we won’t have sufficient amount of money
I cry; about nothing

I am an excellent fighter
I understand that Johnny is dead
I say that I will achieve
I dream that one day I will be a better person
I try to give up as much so I can help the gang
I hope that my gang members won’t get into trouble.