poverty I don't own any property I didn't do things properly my dad wasn't fatherly he only beat me up and bothered me he never taught me he only faught me whenever he caught me I thought he would shot me if he thought he would got away with it he would got me but it turns out he couldn't stop me but I suffer life got a little rougher alot tuffer I couldn't even trust my mother we never loved one another when parents don't raise you right life can be a mother fucker everything is gray there's no color there's only love left if you gotta love rifle you don't I hope you discover eachother so life won't be such a mother fucker make eachother happy lady don't be snappy and brother don't be an asshole because assholes are crappy I hate this shit I'm in a hate filled relationship blame the shit on drug filled acquaintances doped up friends leads to certain trends .that makes the fates take place after it's to late to get away from what you hate.but good initiative takes shape and can correct mistakes and put things back in its place bad memories eventually erase then give chase to the grace that shines down on your face