this freestyle 3 yrs old so u dont hate jus learn sumtin bout me

i grew up not givin 2 fucks,raised most my life in hate,greed, n lust/
at da age of 2,my fuckin pops abused me n my moms so many tears ive cried,so many times i tried,2 escape da long pain n hurt dat haunts my life/
wut did i do,wut did my mom do,2 deserve so much neglect runnin da streets stealin food jus 2 keep from starving,all dis shit carving a hole,in my soul/
at 5 me n moms moved away,n got away from dad,bitch ass fag/
so much hate n anger in my mind,blinded by a nigga i use 2 call my father, how da fuck could u hit me n ya ex wife n call urself a good husband n father/
livin amongst da ghetto survining on foodstamps,ill neva b normal 2 much tamperin 2 my young mind/
but u gone now,dont miss u now,n sure as hell dont need u now/
thought da pain was ova than i heard da news moms on her death bed,had a relapse of a brain tumor thinkin 2 myself could it had been sumtin i said/
now im flyin from ca 2 va a live wit da monster dat started da pain,who
knows maybe daabusive muthafucka changed/
nope still abused in more violent ways,so i run away,livin on da streets
gettin help from my hombrays,livin,starvin hungray/
neva thought at 16 id get locked up 4 runnin,y me i didnt abuse myself,but i didscream help,watchin my back watchin 4 police dats comin/
now im behind juvenille bars,bein told when 2 eat,pee,shit,n drink,in da blink of an eye,i realize life isnt so good,should known from da start/
qtf did i do 2 deserve e b called by a number n not my name,y am i sitting behind prison bars prayin 2 god hopin 4 change/
now im free but wit a yr of probation,dont kno whether 2 party or release
sum frustation,killin myself slowly while stabbin out at satan/
been in da stuggle,jugglin my time,2 make sure im on time 4 my meeting's wit my p-o,n than i met death n shook his hand and woke up in da icu am i dreamin n is my mind playin a joke/
i-v's stuck all round my body,callin 4 a nurse 2 give 50 cc's of morphine,2 stop da pain n aching//
damn its amazin i survived,but still gotta live criticized,n hit where my injuries lie/
2 weeks left n im totally free,eighteen,n free of probation than sumtin happensi get kicked out of home,now im back in juvin still in pain n alone/
but all dats past,im free so all u muthafuckas can kiss my ass cuz im back wit my mom,yea mom ya baby boy came home,im here 2 stay now everything
back 2 normaln im not alone/
i might not b like u richie,richie,but i got my education,struggled in school n now im graduated/
jus cuz i dont tlk like u,wlk like u,or think like u,but good cuz i dont wanna b shit like u/
im myself,i didnt need help from my parents,n aparently u did rich fuckin people,so fuckin dumb n feeble/
i love life no matta how bad n im scrappin my plate,so go ahead n hate/
cuz i dont give a fuck bout u,ya fam n friends,stupid cheatin bitches tryin 2 make me they b/f wont happen,so stop askin,n dis is my past n life wut will happenshit we'll find out in da end/ me i need a doctor

yes i kno shit long lines run on a lil bit wut can i say i wrote dis shit 3 years ago jus thought i let ya'll know a lil bout me peace out n fuck u if u doubt me 1 luv peace out n chicken grease holla

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