I had to sit and think about life. always thinking did I choose the right path. all these tears and blood baths. damn I must be going insane. I must be deranged I'm seeing faces in the rain. is this what I'm meant to be alone sitting on a couch. thinking about my homies on a gurney with bullets through there brain. damn I must be sick come and call the doc quick. I don't know if I'll even make it to be honest. suicide is on mind. glocks keep me safe. seems like red and blue is going to make feel love and hate. some people feel safe making home. but "making it home" is impossible considering I'm I've never had one. shit well this bouta bitch. I don't feel same. I can't feel anything but pain. And rage. I must be enraged thinking about all the kids who had a home and dad to Come home and tell em he loves em. dad I hope that really hits knowing that had all dat. shit man I wish had that.