coming home late at night, with bloddstains on your shirt, my mothers been in the kitchen, do you not realize how much she hurts, you act like yer the shit, but your not really the one, do you think mom wants to lose you, lose her oldest son, why dont you ever think, what could happen when you dont come back, theres other mutherfuckers out there, that will "bust their gat", what the fuck do you guys do, just drive around, trying to get fucked up, in this fucked up town, i hope you realize, that one day you will have to be a man, you will have to put the guns and homies away, one day you will have to stand, on your own two feet, and get yer shit together, just forget the streets, i see the same shit you do, and live in the same "hood", but i dont fuck around with all that shit, i just wish you understood....
Reason for writing:
sometimes i hate his ass....but hes my blood...cipher
Birth sign: Aries
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