this wat l got to say about your best mates and friends stab you in the back and walk off as you chock as looking back and your a gogelen chocking on your onwen blood tyring to sxremyout for help but you cant all you can her is gugling and l trust no cun't not even your best mate and you know not to mention that ther is a devol on your shoulder and the said thing is that you cant even get rid of him shack him of your shoulder and the angels in is what keeps me going but thaey keep calling my name and the wourd l spit out of the tip of my tung are the best rid or die muther fucker like l said ride or die motherfuker or the highway hiting it side ways on the way to the sath