Strangest Feeling's

I've came a long way from where I started to get to these moments I'm living now, moments I honestly thought I wouldn't get the chance to live, but while on my journey to be truthful, I made a lot more errors then I thought I would, tho thankfully I also some how learnt a few things along the way, which led me to typing this and saying what I'm about too say, and it ain't perfect, we or just you already know that, but im thinking I might try a bit more on this one, since this one, aka me, ain't done... Im just simply sitting here trying to Bring my bro back, so I gotta get my Flow back, most of the time it ain't there, you's already know that, I told myself that I cant say "it ain't fair," so that, kid who grew up trapped within a square, forced to be common, not rare, will still show that, no matter what you can still make an impact, in fact, I still grow then pack hope on the inside, for possibly more then one being... but ain't it funny, how life till now seemed like a constant fight with myself and the people against me, maybe thats true for you too, either way I'm still igniting Shit, hence why I rap, its meant to be, so thats why I keep on writing Shit, I light the ring on fire, mentally, its sorta like firing rounds, sorta like bullets coming from a gun, sorta like we enjoy the sounds, they make, so when they get planted in someones body maybe their mind, all depending on what emotions I feel at that point of time, I hold up, then state somethin thats on the back of my mind, there's a side note I barely read, with each pistol given, theres more then likely a life out there no longer liven, and I wanna state I don't care, so I keep on giving, bullet after bullet to the "champer," he aint, but I am, still living, so I pull on it, down here on earth death ain't a stranger...