Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Gang Gun

I joined the gang 4 years ago,
Just before I turned age 8.
A gang member first had to show
The willingness to seal the fate
Randomly of someone unknown,
By killing - stabbing with a knife.
Once this rite of passage was shown,
A gun became the key to life
And death in the gang turf domain.
The prime cause was to shoot to kill
To keep the streets red in blood stain,
To keep the gang in force at will.

I'm a somebody with my gun.
Killing's required and kind of fun.