yo,
so yesterday i was pissed about shit that was happening so i just took a pencil and a baja fresh reciept (lol yea) and decided to write shit, i never edited this or nothing it's just a quick sketch.
If you knew, what i'd gown through, then you'd turn insane too
and you might know what burnt pain'd do and you'll understand how i came to
who i am right now and all the feelings i have to fight down
got to me to write this now.
the true me, the troubled me that i had to bite down. what now?
I'm still hte troubled person i was before,
words cause pain but not nearly as much as what my eyes saws was gore.
Violence and red blood layed on the ground floor and door,
and i ask myself what as any of this good for?
nothing, just caused excessive cussing, fussing, broke things, dope things,
liquor stings and what's my live worth now? it ain't worth shit.
I did this to myself, i'm the one who cursed it,
but bitch remember what you did cause you was always a part of it.
thanks