Drugs and Head shots

yh yh blood when i get dem bullets in side my brain,see my brother die but tings dont change we worked hard for money but there be no gain we dont bring the money home it still the same and when head shot u go complain cause when i die their minds would never be the same every single dam second u miss for a day the drugs is the predetor and we are we gone be the prey sometime i think about the old days when every thing was good ok all my drugs make my son late and i no am ginna die this is my faith and all the shooting they were wasting their time and they smelly they nide the lime