good 2

I remember,they said I wouldn't be shit I thank god,for my gift,my intelligence play with that u get heaven sent forgive me of my sins u know my heart,u know I make hell bend 12 yrs at 16,I dont wanna,go back, to that cell again,I dont wanna,have to go thro hell again,kicked out,a woman can't raise a man,I had to figure,my own way out,the things,I seen,make u wanna blow ur brains out,thro ur mouth, never talked me up,just talked down, I guess u gotta make millions to make the fake hold u down like flies on the shit when they come around I aint got time for that now I feel the energy and see the hate for miles, them crocodile tears and them fake ass smiles