I'm a tel u a story of a real life kid who became a Homy gang shit day on day even though out trapping wasn't his way but u do what u do to get paid. heavy conscious he knew it was wrong but he lived day to day with good intentions... bills don't be paid n even though they see the kid living at home ain't aware of the bills day on day the abuse the beats the 5hreatening father that creeps life was never really that sweet. karma is a bitch if not treated right like what I done to this angel who came in my life. 5 years ago the car crash smashed his legs in bwhat should hv been his Hurst. .. fast forward 4.5 yrs n he was loosing all hope no gal no car no mates to go out with to showboat..finally felt like a kid lost in a world that baits creates this gangsta shit to depopulate zika ebola coronovirus all play a part to create more hate from wheel chair to crutches to hobbling along he got through years of hell until an angel came down from heaven to end that spell... as she took me in her heart n gave me a special star...told me I'd be co ceo but I am me sometimes n self doubt clouded my dreams... she gave me confidence n put a smile on my face but I fucked it all up n dunno what is next to be the case... I apologised to the angel but it might not be enough, I crush my ego n beg for forgiveness ....but to move on she may feel it's too late...like the reel on the fishing rod that snapped last may. even though she may not wanna talk so I wrote this Song to hope that she chg her kind mind n may wanna be with me all along. life is what it is but baby gal u know I wanna make u mine take the time to wine and dine treat u right n make u mine... yh i fucked it but does that mean I'm not being objective? I'm addicted to her like a fiend on crack but in withdrawals so that may be that..... miss u my angel YB