How are these lyrics? This really happened to me back in Brooklyn?

t was a hot black night

the day's sun had my skin blackened

I was at home

I wish I had the heat packin'

lyin' in bed

lack of food had my stomach grumblin'

head poundin'

I walked to the mirror stumblin'

looked at my eyes

saw a man I ain't recognize

thought I was crazy

Devil packed my head full of lies

had to do somethin

to change this situation

tired of being broke

hopin' rails at the train station

washed my face

and then threw my hoodie on

smoked a blunt

and listened to a Biggie song

"****** bleed"

I think that was the name of it

where my mind was

had to get into the frame of it

down the hall

pop's heat on the top shelf

didn't think twice

just took it out the black belt

took a look

what a sight! though my young mind

so this is the source

of all the premature lost lives

took a deep breath

and listened while the beat swellled

thumpin' my chest

life racin' like a P-12

burner in my waist as I walked out the front door

in the elevator

pushed the button for the 1st floor

passed by some ******

maxin' on the project bench

dope deals, dope game

Tony use your common sense

evil conscience, good conseience

on my shoulder blades

held held low

gear dark like the ace of spades

good consceice,. I'm doin' what I gotta do

society done this

act of survival cause oppression too

sat on a curb - while I'm thinkin' on the big event

good conscience told me TONY USE YOUR COMMON SENSE

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Evil conscience said

what your doin' has merit

your not in jail, but you're broke

now find a cap and tear it

got off the curb

givin in to my bad thoughts

guts wildin'

how much do a life cost?

young black men, we got reputations

always jookin' people

on parole or probation

the game was sick

got gats rockin' flashy gear

fake or real diamonds drippin jewels of they left ear

murderous suspects

cadillacs and tape decks

60 pounds of green

hot courts will make your neck sweat

broken glass in the hallway

blood stained floors

fresh smell of death

young girls become big whores

the theory says that gradueaur is a white dream

reality garbage

black hands make the ship clean

400 years of bad thoughts in my chorme dome

city fundin'?

war ragin in city homes

crazy thoughts

buggin off many lessons

live or die

had my mind guessin'

what to do next stay calm or wild out

all a part of life's testHow are these lyrics? This really happened to me back in Brooklyn?
Yo those are right on. All a part of life's test!