practice make perfect so i keep writen nobody listen to me but i keep typen but i still be discourage. i wish i was inspired by my oen but they dont seem to like it it was a brother hood at first the love made it exciten but now all i feel is hate damn this shit is frieghtening looken out opps and still watchen homies looken out for cops this shit got me lonely my bitch saw me down and got on they all disown me now when i see em they strangers like they dont know me didnt know i was this bad of nigga i aint got no pussy why you mad at a nigga at one point of time all i had was my niggas then all i had was my bitch she got mad and she split i was in the streets stranded till i got back in my wipe i was downtown san Bernardino ask ta relli how much cash can i get how fast can i flip should have went ot not fast as a trip cold days and sleepless nightmares i aint the sleepen type so i stay up and walk the streets at night thinken to myself this aint even right this cant be my life. after hell comes heavem. i just need write