My Sickness

My Sickness I’m coming serious, back in the day used to fuck fiends on their periods, cum and blood running down her backside, this nasty hoe would let you and your boys run the train on her just to get high, The bottoms will always be in me until the day that I die, back in the days that’s how I used to ride, packing guns and a ounce of crack, that’s how it was on my map, had to adapt, I didn’t want to do im just kicking facts, riding with my cousin boyfriend in his caddlec, going to re up, then he dropped me off with a bag full of crack under my nut sack, that’s how life was for us young bucks, I know deep inside my mind I’m just as crazy as chunks, back then at any moment my mind would erupt, at any situation, doing wrong knowing that it’s time that im wasting, quick to serve a fiend with no hesitation, sickness going through my mind as im pacing, raw dogging my aunt with no blood relation, certain people said I was possessed by satin, had through of joining the Mason, at times my mind is so sick, that I had throughs of just getting it over with, trapped in this life destine to never go legit. @@@ My mind at times it’s so sick, that I have throughs of just commenting sudice and just get an over with @@@. Coming up I was all about peace, until I got a taste of theses evil streets, now I’m thinking deep, thinking about murder at anyone who’s not a part of my click that’s trying to compete, Paranoia, selling dope with my cousins the Fanroy’s, my cousin boyfriend Dontario boyld try to get me to sell some Boy, Im sticking with the crack game, making money watching the friends packing their pipe with Thor, years later I regret being apart of the community being destroyed, I guess im the outlast, can’t explain want it’s like to feel the gun blast, I guess it’s true that nice guys finish last, I lost a few fights , but the others I kicked ass, no one can’t never take my past, the ones that talk shit probably wouldn’t survive what I been through, I know the real you, and hell no we will never be cool