Grew up a trife life, the times of white lines and hot pipes murderous nighttimes the knife fights that fight crimes check the prognosis, lifes a real drug deal showbiz my window faces shoutout's, drug overdoses live amongst the roses, only the dramma my medicine is the ganja. Here's my basics my phist embraces many faces, people's are petrol dramatic automatic fo fo i let blow and back down po po when am i next …showed first 75 words of 573 total…

…showed last 75 words of 573 total…why well I should die if they did cuz I haven't done nothing more then them. But what drove them to put that trigger to their chin what I never felt so remorse in my entire life I just wanted to know why so I would know what do so I wouldn't die! But I think I found out why and I just hope ill stay alive!..please god don't put me in my grave