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life's a long lesson it'll take you in a different direction count your blessings it's something that's destined I remember the days of drinking Kool-Aid playing spaids and eating moms macoroni.things didn't go my way.iMy actions never been nothing phony So i'll just break all them wheels 'til I'm six feet deep with the breeze and lonely or till I can't eat can't see and you realize I was one of the homies.. . We used to stand at the bus stop rapping chatting acting like we would one day make it big.but life is like full of tricks.shitt.i look back at all we did.i ended up locked up from stealing and being a stick up kid. no one could understand me coming from a broken family but I did what I did it was what it was cuz .All I ever wanted was a chance..this shitt goes back further than pagers and stretch pants..letters and jails stamps..black hoodys timbs and wide leg pants.just a boy trying to be a man.doing the best I can.being thankful for my blessings.be thankful and tro to what i was destin. . i wasn'tt walking on eggshells I was walking on fire ants.now I'm free and done with jail man .I never had noone to hold my hand. Moms used to tell me to pull up my pants...we used to chase the girls it was all contest.pants sagging swagg game at its best.we tryed to be at our best and keep a kool head..we just walked with pride and stuck out our chest..its funny how life is a test.or it seems that way when u put it in context.now we have Facebook smartphones with text ..what's next shitts crazy I got so much going on in my head.been married twice and All my homies are dead.the street life is gone I'm swinging a hammer instead. Life is all a big lesson.you got to keep count and remember all thats destin. Its also a lessonn.always count your blessings.remember life will always teach you lessons. All my life I been avoiding the slammer.life gets long life gets old work gets hard and money gets slow when lifes too fas noone wants to be broke. all I do is keep my faith so I have some hope.so here o am waiting on the man trying to get these tits. .. I know some feenz that are waiting on a lift .they trying to get a hit.. some days it's a miss. As I wait on my prophet. As I wait when I sit . waiting on it again.i used to stand on them streets in Pomona. Before you was even thought of and anybody wanted ya..u was just a trail running down yo momma's leg. I was a g with a bandana on my head not much of a man.just trying to understand how to make it in this life.i wasJust a run a way with no we're to stay making home wherever my head lays. Some years later after some years stealin cars. Spent most of my teenage years behind bars. Turn 21 poke behind the wall I know after this bid that would be all. But some don't fall far before we realize what we are ..I new I was hard but selfmade and not from a social media page. And I knew who I was at an older age from a younger age watching the world fade.yea y'all so politically correct like a bunch of pussies everyone act like they 8 in daycare and got touched on the tooshi and get offended by a fart noise out of a whoopie.you Yung dumb tight stretch pants wearing no fun declaring big mouth blaring cross eyed stareing fakeass caring.bitches.all pussy hurt need more than stitches..you all end up in ditches .count your blessings bitches life's full of changes.its sad I'm not mad but it's wat you have.and its waT we are.this world's fell to far...you live to see another day they say.but if u got no heart you don't get far stop playing the blame game be smart.you surley ait hard. you letting life play you.fools.