A Life of Crime: Twisted Empire
Before I got locked up, I was livin’ large. Fast cars, fast women, pockets full of paper, and a head full of smoke. I wasn’t just some corner hustler, nah, I was larger than life. Built an empire, made hundreds of thousands of dollars, but it was all built on sand. Not morally, not ethically, not even legally. I was the real deal, the one they write stories about, I was the king of my own twisted empire. Money flowed like water, women flocked like moths to a flame…
I had it all, man. Power, respect, the finer things. But I eventually grew tired of lookin’ over my shoulder, never knowin’ who was friend or foe. One day, I just… snapped. Decided I was done runnin’. Literally laid down in the middle of the street after a car chase, closed my eyes, and waited. Ten minutes later, sirens wailin’, cuffs clickin’. Prison became my new reality.
Years tick by, and then, a miracle. Early release, thanks to overcrowding. Walkin’ out those gates, a free man for the first time in a decade. The CO pats me down, hands me my 5 year old belongings, and says, “Profit, don’t come back, alright?” I grin, a real, genuine grin, and tell him, “Believe that, brother.”
Almost ten years gone by, and I ain’t looked back. Straight and narrowish, that’s my motto. But here’s the thing, life ain’t so simple. Missed out on my kids growin’ up, a hole in my heart that nothin’ can fill. My 2nd oldest daughter, she’s cool, talks to me, understands. My oldest one, though, she don’t even wanna see me. My son’s mom, she only calls when she needs somethin’. Can’t blame her, I suppose. She had to raise them alone while I was away doin’ my dirt.
The irony, man, it stings. Back then, when I was a bad dude, everyone wanted a piece of Profit. Now that I’m clean, workin’ hard to be a good man, they all vanish. The ones I helped the most, the ones I gave the most to, they just disappear. Funny how people work, ain’t it? Like loyalty’s just a word in the dictionary to them.
This new age has drowned us all. Everything seems backwards to me. Yet I wake up every single fuckin day at 4:30 am, drink water, meditate, hit the gym. I work hard every day after missing years of the gym, of sanctuary, to cater to another persons insecurities. Crazy, I thought this person loved me, but why would someone who loves you prevent you from doing the thing that brings you incredible joy? I used to be able to read people like books, now nothing seems to make sense. It’s like we’re going backwards. Hell even AI is dumber than it used to be.
For most, i imagine itgets lonely, you know? I happen to thrive in solitude and chaos. Despite trying to keep doin’ the right thing, while bein the villain in everyone else’s story. But I gotta keep my head up. This ain’t about them, it’s about me. About breakin’ the cycle, becomin’ the man I was always meant to be. It’s a long road, but I’m walkin’ it, one step at a time. And who knows, Maybe one day all the chips will fall where they need to. Until then, every step I take is one step closer to my goals.
If no one else has told you recently: I’m rooting for for you. I believe in you, you deserve to be happy. When you start belieiving that, things WILL get better.
Profit out, peace!
