How the hell do you expect me to live normal 3 am i get a death call i see my name with 187 on graffiti in the wall i know one day ill drastically fall could be in front of church, home, street, or the fuken mall i gotta have a dog all the time since i cant buy cameras to install i cant feel safe at day to play basketball my enemies range from 4 to over 6 ft tall former convicts bringing to me a truck load of conflicts but to me there nothing but a 9 that can fix as they carry out bats, brass, bigger guns as lunatics tear drop tats covering balled heads to not be noticed wearing hats am i scared no doubt i sometimes wanna cry for help with one shout but aint got the option gotta make evil decision god forgive me for tonights action aint my fualt the fukers are packin i feel like i lost my mind i get in war mode when i see any han sign always thinking its a signal that its my time but i cheat off with a crime then go home always looking through the window at corners of the block hoping when i step out for fesh air i wont get shot on the spot i even think the playground too is hot oh shit its a cop is he working for them idk but he looking at me with a grin im getting very unconftorable gotta get home cuz i sense trouble i feel the devil next to my ear building a louder chuckle as i only have a belt buckle fuk it it will do just so i can prevent distance when the fuker mumble now i live as paranoid stress but somehow thank god for saving me all the years i feel bless but how long do i gotta play tom and jerry cuz aanything now got me feeling the worry
Posted on: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 06:22:00 +0000