This is where the story starts an average kid by the name Bart had a sister man she was good at everything mom with a fa

This is where the story starts an average kid by the name Bart had a sister man she was good at everything mom with a fake smile deep inside she was dyin acholic dad he beat on Bart alot all these fucked up things he dealt with still he fought through it all baby sister too young to know what's goin on. The pain of a young man In a tough world.. how Would they know... How could they know... Now Bart once had dreams but they faltered he's bullied alot he yet wonders late night he ponders he wants a life not necessarily full of riches but hard off that white cars full of bitches he wants them to witness his come up one day he's going to blow up he had a homie who went by Milhouse been his homie since the bare ground they had a dream of writing these songs putting their emotions in their lyrics same mind similar goals... now it was one rainy day Bart was walkin home head mixed up music loud yea he was thinking how he wants it all and he'll do it by any means and that's on God he saw up on his right nelson and Jimbo mean muggin neighbor hood thugs the ones who bullied him a lot without saying too much they stopped him in his spot ask where he was goin and where's the toll he tried to pass again but they wouldn't let him go nelson giving that psycho vibe pulled out a switch blade while Jimbo clutched the 9ine and held it to barts throat all you heard was the laughs of him and Jimbo they carved him up and beat him almost left him dead mom was worried but shot out Dad asked what's this all about telling him he's a disgrace why he couldn't be like his sister always in first place... Milhouse came through said what we gonna do Bart said I'm not a menace I'm a man with a plan who's gonna get it stay focused on the goal we kill them and that's all she wrote were better than that see Bart and Mills every day had new shit to get off their chest pretty hard world for two boys who never made shit of themselves got into the drug game quick money for sure fame. Mills told Bart Imma get that get back they aren't gonna fuck with us and we just hide like some scared cats. It was about 9 Bart gotta call his homie done died he couldn't even cry pained so much he still couldn't make the sacrifice it's a few months later word went around that two dudes murdered some clown... Barts up sniffing that powder finally got a lil power in his life been to jail a few times. Old school sat him down and gave him the ropes if you kill these fools forget about hope you'll land yourself back in here you got out this time you got lucky don't take life for granted lil homie. Bart always thought a lot he let his guard down and his homie got popped... Moms done died she had a over dose it didn't even hurt cause she turned her back on him years ago all his family got taken away and the streets is all he knew so he stayed it was about 2 in the morning he's up writing lyrics he met this cat up the road he said he had a studio with raw lyrics he'd get noticed fosho... He let out an album called Chasin That Dough! (doe!). A couple songs poppin he finally thought to him self he made it all them nights he kept chasin cold nights no food and a broke heart drugs in his system don't know where to start... He caught lotta hate from people who never wanted to see him make it weren't even fake friends enemies since the basement the shit had him losin his mind how could he come up from the bottom and still people misplace him.. it was a long road a lonely road... Bart knew what he had to do he was off that white thinking about his homie and how he costed him his life he had to make it right. See these are the decisions that people don't understand a young man with plan one false move and it's like it never happened man... He was crusin trying to find the people who murdered his brother saw them by the quicki Mart hes like this is it don't stop now they murdered Mills it's their turn now he rolled up with a black mask jump up and grabbed the big bag a drake that was ready to send them to God he shot them both now they are dead and gone.... Hurried back home at least where he called home so many drugs in his system he knows if when word got out they would come for him all these thoughts back in his head his life may not have been perfect false hope not a lotta shit to work with. Steady writing these songs he was working on one that was above all. He gave it his all. He tried to change his life around and adopt some principles stronger goals his best song was called Barts Lonely Road it was cold so he was told.