apologize

first of all I want to say sorry sorry to myself for the shit I put me through wasn't good for my health from toxic relationships to the cards I was dealt chasing money for wealth duckin and dodging from 12 in them hallways 24/7 sun up to sun down i was catching them sales kept the tooly on me swore to myself i wasnt taking no L's if a nigga tried me i gave em plenty of shells still dealing with them scars that'll never heal no way u could tell me ever how I should feel falling for the stupidity never realized til da shit got real front line like a soldier being shot in the field u could be the goat And still get killed that's when they cry and give u ya flowers top dog but killed by a coward usually what happens to a nigga wit power dreams of better days out the trenches but instead drenched in da showers stuck in a storm thinking shit sweet loving the streets til it get sour it could change in da blink of a eye and only outcome is prison or die only a few survive or make it out what ya life bout nigga this is mine they say the clock ticking and I'm running outta time no kid of my own no legacies for my bloodline definition just one of a kind I guess ain't nothing to stress over I been through it all wit my back against the wall