[MMLP]

Welcomed into the family business from early in my teens.
Started out scraping the dishes and earning a small fee.
Really nervous in my speech with a rare condition
but on the surface I’d barely grimaced.
I was prepared to listen to the commands that were set.
Uncles took care of business looking angry and vexed
but always planning ahead astutely in the mist of their smoke.
Out in the back of the restaurant where I’m not permitted to go
Holding the most sickest of odours which I didn’t think to question
A restricted enclosure but I honestly didn’t check it
When elder siblings ventured, I’d start drawing conclusions,
with talk of a prison sentence and all sorts of wrongdoings.
I naturally brought up solutions once they’d asked what I’d say.
I thought I was moving up in the ranks of our trade
but having my say was only shaping things up.
They capped off my eighteenth when they strapped me with a gun
I was carried from the front and guided down the steps.
In a flash, my initiation had begun with a simple “time for our revenge”
and required to avenge a recent theft from some crooks.
But my anxiety would set in and I was desperate to run.
But the message was summed up in the gaze of their eyes
and their expectant looks. Right then i'd have to decide!
As I'm Battling right or wrong my mind was a wreck.
Although family ties were strong, their cries were intense.
Seeing them tied from the legs had spurred my nature,
the guys were defenseless as I turned the chamber.
I was urged but wavered wide because I hardly could look.
I had to learn to take a life and be tarred with their brush
or depart from my loved ones and just end it quick.
So I discarded their trust by refusing the extended clip.
With my last clenching grip, I had fired a shot with intent.
In truth, I could never miss whilst it was directed at my head.