The story, “beyond the glass”
Had a home address
at a pen
a roaring lion
the ring was my den
the devil had me wired
with a tonic and gin
my father early left us
his double taught us to sin
I used my brother’s needle
to get high on heroin
hurt, craved, feened
till I get my fix
through any means
stole, cheated, lied
robbing a bank
was justified
in jail I lived
I spent my life
didn’t see my kids
and had no wife
I trained and boxed
to kill the time
until one day
an angel shined
beyond the glass
she always stood
I shared my pain
she understood
Mosetta is the angel
that made me change
her love…
simply calmed my rage
26 winters passed
and there…
I’m free
my life
now
belongs to me
drugs and crime
were a thing of the past.
every minute I had
I made it last
we raised a baby
and he grew up fast
now he’s a man
his road is vast
he calls me dad
I call him son
we are a tight family
we are all one
my past has passed
and now I’m here
my path in life
is still unclear
a boxing gym
became my goal
to help the youth
not repeat my fall
gangs and gangster
knocked at my door
said uncle Rick
I wanna gang bang no more
I took them in
defused their rage
taught them to box
to flip the page
the humble gym
slowly grew
before you know it
everyone knew
they come and hang
I share my tale
and they say
to hell with jail
one of my students,
not that it matters
was already good
but wanted to be better
kind and cool
he was very smart
hard work at school
saw boxing as an art
one day he said
let’s make a film
about your life
the story of the gym
one kid might see it
and set their mind
to live life
without drugs and crime
so I said yes
I won’t refuse
set up your camera
I’ll tell the truth