Whose to say if I'm good or evil but... The devil's voice n my ears I times get confused with my own ...And if I follow my intuition may my soul not find hell fire.. Because n my subconscious I think I belong to da devil...if I do not pray to Jesus I die.hitting killings wit killers.....killing wit murderers....tis hard in life of torment when a demon torment ur soul n won't let u Breathe without rapping curses of the spirit came from my tonge over my friend cuz I lost my love to my friendless I've become becuz of it when all my failings n life over humility patience n honor n respect over disrespect of my brethren .... i become disgraced before the Eyes of God ... lost my honor n respect thru crack n dope ..what can i say ima rude... plus i gotta ruger boy .n homicide nothing more than suicide.... The story of my life a open book... so take notes of wisdom n lean from my pain to inspire u not to live this. way...This life shit aint nothin easy about it . Before I left I won't nothing other than a young thug n da gutter praying to Jesus tryna survive thru dope dealing n guns busting ... N strife .. n poverty.... I try b a good man... But all dis street shit done made a killer outa me plotting murder smoking weed tryna survive thru da tension da squeeze da trigger on my opo from da fire burning with rage n my heart what brought.me to my opo block... Screaming like a hyena.... N anger bouta make em yell n holler n scream like a demon when he fry to dis torch of fire I make him feel n his belly of da beast fight demons wit a chop n a stick ....cuz sticks n stones may break my bones... But words break my heart dese hollows a crush ur heart n to pieces... Over tears u gave to my soul.