If yall niggahs knew, what ive gone through, you wouldnt believe what struggles i had to overcome. Dead beat dad no love, living in a condition where no one wants to be, he let it be chained up in locks and needles stuck to his arm let him free, like a cat, stuck in a tree the devil got him,hes going to rot him like a rotten fruit, he bit the forbidden fruit. He a sinner but god arent we all? Why does he have to suffer with out a chance to call, upon you heavenly father why does this world have to be so cruel, red and blue in a duel, for a purposeless fight, when they should unite. Cant we all? Just get along why do we always choose wrong, over right, a fight in life, stay or flight. Problems, coming from left and right the corners of these rooms are getting extra tight. The walls are closing in my mind almost slipping in. An obyss of loss of focus. Tick tick. The clock is ticking. Weather we make a move in life for the best or worst clock is ticking. Better to act now then be left out. Maybe one day. The struggle of living can just go away, and life can finally be enjoyable and i can finally lay, in bed with a empty head of major problems , and live it up fill my empty cup with happiness.