its my own story on how i lost alot of things but still have the choice of the gun that remains in my hand... hense the pistol smoke.... thats really basic.

in hs head he knows wuts real and wuts not.
he takes wut he needs but leaves wut hes got.

this bar is bout me and my emotions. i leave my feelings emotions and thoughts behind (leaves wut hes got) but take wut i need, money sex etc. but in my head i realize the truth bout things all though i do nuttin bout it....

and yea its alter fate. i just missed the space... sorry lol

bout the end. i didnt wanna put something basic that rhymes with dead. so i kinda improvised like most rappers and made a word that almost sounds alike hense friends and dead. depends how u say it..... anyways being that i have a dad that is an asshole and i live alone with him being that my bro lives in managua (the capital) and my friends arent really friends, cus in this world its hard to find a real friend... there more like buddys. so basicly im telling u wut its like and if it ever happens then i welcome u cus ur soul has become dead..... like welcome to the club. if u got any other questions just drop and ill clear them up. thankz for the feed.

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