i just got my first weekend pass ,i asked my pops if could i have a moment looking at my dads head stone Im blowing off my top ,who would of thought i could break my train of thought violance was the only thing i was taught breaking chins tying knots blood loss, never even gave them any props for standing up to a crazy fuck , lined them out like shot ducks , i didnt give a fuck jump in my truvk haul ass , stomping the floor board damn pedal wont go down anymore , i knew if i caught no more paris jail straight up the road , mind throwed cant let go , dont have anywhere to go , i keep the prasona as a lona , im gonna loose them on freedmans corner , got there took a hard right , here comes the goddamn cops in ya mind you adopt 2 thoughts take it all the way , or do you stop , this aint no bitch ight here bee a crazy motherfucker since day 1 im my fathers some that is not comfortsome , for a lot , cause the old man had stone made hands , yeah he was snake what he wanted he could take , or you would get broke nothing you could do you know evil when it looks a you , till oneday he intemitdated the wrong little scrared ass dude , shot in him in the face , sounded like a demon getting exorside he was still, m trying to get him , i have know idea wasnt clear , why was i just standing here , my dad just got put in a body bag , 14 years old , now im a grown man out on furlow , sitting back in an old hollow, thinking about , if i really did miss him , i couldnt tell if he loved me or i just enjoyed getting fisted , i figet as i can see the0 visons here the screaming in my mind , as he bleed out died , its a stupid ass question to ask why , i wonder the same shit when i look myself in the eyes ,