my moms worked hard like every sinlge day.so i rised myself with pimps hoes and drug dealers.gang killers with convited fenlonies.excause me if i missed spelled did know i was desylix till now.not to much of being book smart but pick one up from time to time now.i try being like them back in the days. all they would tell me is be myself so iam now..half dead half alive and sum missing of my freinds.see god bless a child that have it's own..and god bless me that i did'nt get my head blowen off.i miss my family that street done killed grand ma two bra's and a couple of dogs.every time i pour out a lil from them the whole bottle gone so the pain deeper with in.i cry so much for a family that was broken..i hope and pray i would die at times my life seem hopeless.excause if i tell no lie the devil play games and hope one day i would supply enuff posion to kill my pplz..so i did what i had to do to stay away from evil.(my life my pain my pleasure i rised. no longer thoughts of sucide many times i try and god ment for me to be here.so with a paryer every day i make change for the better for the worst.but some of the pain in my life still hurt so i let it go.
