the game

the game dont change just the names you either end up in chains or your body gets the paint the shit leaves a permanent stain on your brain the ptsd affects me and every aspect of my life try to live right but my dna says im supposed to be in the night light behind the fence or that one in the street covered with the white sheet these days they call it a glizzy sounds silly but i called it the heat or a throw awy muder then get rid of