too mad to make sense at the time i just did what i felt like im mike with that belt i made those heads ring and thise eyes tilt should i feel guilt momma taught me Daddy didnt give two fucks and whats hell i watch my homies drop from that milk my own blood did it himself just bones now i hope his spirit is help cause i need it more then i know it 37 yr old poet going nowhere and i love it besides pain and the punishment of anger in my stomache i love the Danger that comes with the gontlett kill me and ill haunt you worse then whatni could do to you on this 3D verse mother fucker. eat my frlesh as sure as the blood bleeds down my neck ill make sure i see you next