unpaidcrimes

Making ways thinking im insame doughful bout about reality if ill stay the same working like mi job is stay alive damn as im opening my eyes looking for answers but i dont seem to see the remains even after undusthing these graves it all deeply depents on who u asking what to think, same question same life different person asking anyways but the answer don't remain is never ganna stay the same it all changed when the plan became hit the gas destination fly alway guessing these wont be no round trip but gatta make it either way by any mean working on making manyway when the way has already been made just got the blue print just 2 re trayz hope not to make it; and is too late... Life as a G raised with the word as a model thug life to the cemetery not knowing i was convicting my self as dead callin with in the illusions alusinadin growin-up got me in varies hospitals staring at the walls trying to avoid distraction all around as the world keep on going round circulating me nothing but confusion while death keeps banging on my walls. Came to realize all these time i was wrong For a good minute didn't give a What? Came to realize that eazy 30 years had pass by 🤔 thinking i was flying right but it was that hour where these plane has as must had to land before amstom with the phase maidaiy maidaiy and just-in crashes cusin problem in these fly where god tryin to attent with the way of life callin and crying out for help that was me cause i just can't escape these bar in my head imprisoned my soul having nightmares every time i shut my eyes lord i know i haven't being living right felt to my nees beggin cause im in need hopping god don't covicts me on judgements on the guilt that these is feeling like my own thoughts slaying my mine god free me from my self cause no matter what i do thing in the hustle don't seem to be stacking right all i ask now is to beath in peace of mine thinking these job of staying alive is unpaidcrimes lost in the world lookin for gods pad that i always seem to loose tracks......