my household of hell moma raging outa anger n grammy pouring tears ober my decision to stay fuck school at 16 cuz im smoking weed .n dealing dope. .....n . fuck my bad bitch n fuck getting her pregnant...cuz i owe my life n loyalty to da streets that made me a trill G.. close i get tolove my young thugs sharing splifs of wed wit me... .life is hard losing all my friends n smoking weed to cope wit da pain n my ❤️of always being alone in dis cold world smoking blunts to soothe da pain from dese bad bitches talkin down.... because of it i been livin life outa control makin...it rain on dese bad ass hoes... n man this shit wit my cousin i dont know whether to lust for her or killer... i knew life would b hard.... but damn im losing all my friends... yet they all still alive...over broken ties ... i cant call on my love ones... u cant tell me water aint thicker than blood running thru my viens of a lions heart n a cheetas chest n a fast rush chasing da paper a young paper chaser... who can u trust n dis evil n cold world... i rather gun thru dese streets n trap by mself n say fuck dese niggas.. n i damn sure cant call my thugs my friends....so i cant trust none of dese niggas might fold.... plus we jus dealing deugs...so i cant trust no one. i cant find hope in life cuz i cant leave dis drug rip when i was jus 16 i fell victim to da street life... n came of a severe addiction to dis fast paper... my life a shame my face n palms hiding from da light.... i cant hide all dese traces of heroine n cocaine from God... one day to forever im a burn in hell for all dis gamsta shit ... i just could fit n with all my school mates... used to make fun of me cuz i was so Inteligent... man that shit used to hurt my feelings i used to come home from school crying... like God y its so hard to find friends....so i started smoking weed to heal my broken ❤️ cuz she never would talk to me n evied me every time my essays showed i had the potential to win a grammy... kept reading that bible to me at my bedside all da wsy up to 8th grade... but still my pen kept dripping ink of an ill desire to leave da school bully dripping in da halway wit my razor blade ...n my hurt feeling over my baby cousin gettin killed by da police n all da blood shed over drugs in my crack trap influenced all my poeyry... n how hard it is for a young thug n da mud to find love of a beautiful woman .... got me singing da blues.... aint been able to cope wit da pain from losing my pops.... so i pray more wit hope Vod love me as his son... shakin my head at my lifes reflection .... fuck a bad hoe .. n fuck every bad bitch.... i tell u da truth ... . i spend all my time working like a dog just to get the respect of a real n beautiful woman.... u cant see my struggle cuz my smile bright as the sun.... but witches curses all n my soul from they hate of me being young black n gifted.... soul but i wont let it show...all on my mind is i survive. still im like fuck school... cuz ima freelance writer... n i. like fuk ball... cuz da coach wont let me b myself n cant put up wit all my flashy passes ....n tryna run da show....i told myself i was gon leave all dis street shit alone.... i told my self i was gon leave all dis beef shit alone for i get shot but fuck my life fuck money n fuck xa police... im n his hood pacing in circles round his block with my charger... soon he come out ima lay his bitch ass down.... n its all cuz i cant let that shit slide ery thing u said broke my heart plus u put ur hands on me.... im a keep prowling wit my heater til burn ya i came one wit satans demons got the best of my emotions u can hear my anger in da thunder when i make it rain from dat drum they all tried to run.... but one aint get away.... lay him dripping wit no remorse a ferocious beest da streets made me out to b a tril G.... aint no breaking these gansta ties but thru da power of redemption of the blood of Jesus Christ to redeem my way from evil unto righteous that i may of brothey love n peace wit my enemies to see my enemy as my brother through da light of salvation of the holy spirit of Jesus thr my will of survival in the gospel of Jesus cuz all dis guntotting and dope dealing n these city streets takin my soul into hell tho i once lived life as a killer thru da blood of salvation of Jesus Christ I still have hope for eternal life ...... 🔥🔥 🔥 Flame