I tryed to put a story behind it and shit. Check it.

from the Journal of J blank. An ex-Mafia leader who hung him self in his cell on the anniversary of 2pacs death.

Lookin thru a crimnals eyes, its all blinded/
stuck on tryn to indivualize, like old timers/
Its easy when you see cheezy buisnez thats sleezy like one liners/
but hard when you doing time for serving up grown niggaz and young minors/
we was gods to aworld that was needy for hope/
once 4 16 year olds, from childhood selling dope/
now stuck wit no freedem, like Styles P/
In Death Row like Suge Knight, and getting no sleep/
45 years later, life in the making/
inside drugs, and Oldsimers got my writing hand shaking/
T Dope and Dr. Shank died, last week from stab wounds and deaseses/
they was the 2 on the right, ha, we look like fuckin Geezers/
reminisin on situation, I thought Id never look back on/
Ya'll lookin so peacful yo, 2 foolen soldiers with suets and caps on/
I finished our book, no more quet and caption/
tell 2pac I said wats up, when you reach thug mansion/

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figure I could drop by and promote my my first mixtape and what not since im here..