your out on the street got to make the money doing it the only way you know how your daddy’s little soldier he’s proud of you your his insurance his daily income he’s not worried about your safety or the fact that you could get killed just as long as he can sit home and get high on your stash and not worry about who is going to pay the rent thirteen years old out on the street making money the only way you know how selling crack and cocaine making daddy proud your daddy’s little soldier he doesn’t know the danger your in nor does he care as long as you make sure your money you share your mother died when you were six she tried to raise you right but daddy changed you all in one night shot coke up your veins and made you high you thought you were going to go insane you rarely went to school and the cops were on your ass so of course your father thought it was best of you to quit school that way you could spend all your time dealin he doesn’t care about you only the job he forces you to do he passed the family business down to his youngest son because older brother is behind bars you make your old man proud the only way you know how your daddy’s little soldier
Reason for writing:
my friend Issac grew up in a rough neighborhood and I remember when we were 16 we use to hang out alot at his house and his old man would always be tellin him he needs to stop playin and go out in the streets to deal. He got caught and now he is in prison for five more years and its all his fathers fault if he would get off his ass and go to work
Birth sign: Aries
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