when u see someone die in front of u... only 2 things u gone do... u go hard or say u thru...but as for me. i been reachin for the moon...and my family knows it too.. always lie and say im cool... jesus... wear my heart on my sleeve now im sleeveless...no feelins i dont lost too many peoples... thats why im in these streets doin evils...sequel...im cryin inside... my nigga say he love me but i dont think he gone ride...and if i die tonite i dont think he gone slide...cant trust him if i tried...havin thoughts i cant hide...got rules i abide by...ones i did wrong. i do right by...outkast at eleven i was outside... thinkin no one would cared if i died...im traumitized... but when u been thru the shit i done been thru... that shit start fuckin wit yo mental...doin things u regret to yo grissle...askin god why he aint came to get u...fast life i been movin like a missle...bag right come wit problems and a pistol...thinkin like who really wit u...hurt by lost my life really crippled...