Black history.

El color negro se volvi mi favorito no es reaccionar a lo oscuro sino salir de el te lo aseguro no tenia nada por que sufrir.. vida callejera y pandillera la que quize vivir.. ha costado, tanto dinero, familia y amistades por la lealtad y el poder de conquistar zonas y liderar barrios no es algo que me onorgullezca cuando nadie esta cuando tu pocision decae .. simple es el estar y no demostrar nada causa de pintar algo que nunca se va a dar por cuestiones de personalidad la misma muerte la espalda te dara y cuando quieras escapar de tanto problema te aogaras en tu propia mierda.. si no sabes lo que es sufrir y experimentar la soledad por etapas y niveles crees que podras con mi postura.. no sabes cuanto extraño a mi hija por causa de me egoismo y una pocision que no tan facil la logre.. hoy con 22 y ella con 10 meses de nacida escarmente lo que nunca pude tener y no entendi que el amor , distancia y el tiempo no regresa .. por mi culpa alguien sufre por mi ausencia pensaba que era la mejor y ve quien quedo solo y jodido entre verzos de delirios e eridos... por miles de causas y decisiones tan pendejas solo me queda disfrutar de mi propia cosecha y mi reflejo escupiedo hacia mi hacia mi . . . . Black color became my favorite It's not reacting to the dark, but getting out of it, I assure you, I had nothing to suffer from... the street and gang life that I wanted to live... It has cost so much money, family and friends for the loyalty and power to conquer areas and lead neighborhoods. It is not something that makes me proud when nobody is there when your position declines... it is simple to be there and not show anything because of painting something that will never happen for reasons of personality death itself will turn its back on you and when you want to escape from so much trouble you will drown in your own shit.. If you don't know what it means to suffer and experience loneliness in stages and levels, do you think you can handle my position? You don't know how much I miss my daughter because of my selfishness and a position that I didn't achieve so easily. today with 22 and she with 10 months of born scarily what I could never have and I did not understand that love, distance and time does not return.. Because of me, someone suffers because of my absence, I thought I was the best, and look who's left alone and screwed between verzos of delusions and eridos... for thousands of reasons and such stupid decisions, I can only enjoy my own harvest and my reflection spitting towards me to me