9-6-17

I'm waking up and I'm ready for the next day. I'm aching tho, dads been gone a few days. hes away, cooking up a hot plate. it's been a long day, normal on a wednesday. last pay he couldn't take a nice break. but he quit his job and looked at life a new way. Good pay and long days what a great place he went to school and stepped at his own pace. Thinking back to his home and state. Mom cooked the kids up a nice plate. we talked and laughed, normal on a Wednesday. it started getting late, almost seven nearly eight cops await "it wasn't me" is all I say she steps outside and listens to the awful fate. stepped inside and informed us that he passed away. my heart ached and I nearly dropped my dinner plate. my whole life collapsed and all I knew was pain. time elapsed. it didn't go away a few months passed. it was April then may. pain and sorrow wrapped my brain. I smoked weed and found myself a new lane. I'm sitting here rapping bout this daily pain and Faith and grades slowly fade away and thats life. is it prey or be preyed.