This here just might Be my finall fight Im living the streets brinngin the heat I picked gang life Now i will always carry a lethal knife ya i made it offical now ive got a pretty pistol To stay away from everday no everthing is just never o.k Smokin weed Drinking just to get bye life is just a blind lie Through my eyes everthing is dark n hazy pepole are getting hectic macking me crazy see my old bros lookin at me as their new foe im runnin away from old hommies shoot me dead is what they told me Im just trying to have fun But i have to keep my hand on the gun you better figure to pull the triger shoot you in the head for my coulor red when you start shit Ill make sure you get hit my whole life just went down the drain leaving me heart and eyes with so much pain Im your new backstabber out there I 4got how to care keep your coulor sucker Ill be blowin bullets threw your head motherfucker This pistol i hold will be my last friend till im dead and cold
Reason for writing:
I have no reasons ,
i see this 4 what it is !
Birth sign: Aries
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