Growing up

This is about me growing up, back then i really didn't give a f#ck, i stayed out all night, always was the first to throw a punch in a fight, women would come and go, to me they were nothing but another ho, all i cared about was finding the next party, and most days i stayed at Max's sipping on bacardi, i would just sit around and drink and get high, i started slinging dope to get money to get me by, but my world came to a crashing halt late one February in 1995, a deal went bad, my best friend was shot and a few days later he died, that was a wake up call in the worst way, i decided to change my life on that very day, and now it's been ten years and i have never looked back at the way i used to behave, but i'm always reminded of it every February as i stand by my best friends grave, most of the poems i write just come out of the blue, but sadly i have to say this one is true.