thinking back to when I was young I can't help but think about all the things I've done right and wrong these are the things that make it hard to go on they seem to pull at your soul trying to take your life or anything you own I don't have a wife or a home but I still feel alone feels like something is wrong just don't know what is going on I tried to come back to present time and place something is wrong I can see it written all over your face we try to talk but we never make way we never follow through with the things we say we get too caught up in this life that we live giving it our all forgetting to live this is how people end up old and lonely just like My Little Pony I can feel it s*** on me it's starting to kind of haunt me just like a b****** don't want me but it's not her fault it's just a reaction to me what else can I say I'm lucky to even be should be dead somewhere in the street with some gang banger standing over me no he's on his way to the penitentiary maybe there he can learn to read socialize while Learning To Breathe suicide sounds like a good option till I started popping and locking life is like a soap opera sometimes you got to in the f****** to see exactly where something the ends and where it begins probably wouldn't hurt to reflect on some sins cuz God only knows when I'm going to talk to him again I'm pretty sure it will be in the end cuz I hate them too much to waste my time again I'm caught up living this life of sin trying to help anybody I can come up and get in life in the Benz ain't always what it's cracked up to be look at all these guys living in the penitentiary nothing is different from them and me other than I took a f****** plea to stay out the penitentiary I got a family to feed I got licks to hit I got his split I had enough of this s*** I can't keep doing this God won't you just take me why do you have to keep Throwing Shade on me cuz I'm that nigga you will never be that's the difference between you and me I got a gift that was given you can't take that shit from me if you even f****** think about it I'll see you in a penitentiary I'll make sure you my bunkmate sleeping right next to me so I can hear your last breath your last minutes you last hours and laugh as I know what's left