.........This is possibly the best shit i've ever wrote...................


(.........Thrown out by his own mother as she slams the front door behind him, and he leaves his house walks into the rain cryin his eyes out , runnin in the pourin rain to no where...he has no where to go, because he is hated by evry one...the only thing he has is his cross gripped tightly in his hands, finally he finds a dry spot under a tree in the woods , still cryin he takes out a small sheet of paper and a pencil from his pocket, this is what he wrote..........)



.......Questions like why did i have to be givin this hell for a life
God tell me why i wasnt a rich kid, sleepin in a big bed at night
no that wasnt me, i had nothin but my pride, but i'm losin that
scavigin clothes from goodwill......in hell's cage i was trapped
yo i didnt have shit do i turned to a life of sinz drugz and gatz
i had close friends huh, i turn around & get stabbed in da back
so there i was , me against the world, & all i needed was love
somthin i never got, i never gave, somthin my heart ran out of
a yo i didnt kno, but i needed love like a 12 gauge needs a thug
wishin i wasnt me , it wasnt fair i was a solja of a neva endin war
it was lik either or , should i let them take it, or should i take more
lik i was stuck n da middle of da ocean tryn 2 row a boat w/no oar
i was so damn sore , like i was writtin on paper that was tore
wat i need was a drink and someone to listen to me, some peace
was sick of walkin alone , drowin myself in alchool, livin in streets
i needed to take responsibilities in my life, think bout tommorow
i was sick of ridin the my life's waves ful of emptyness and sorrow
so i found God,runnin 2 da church at night, gettin shit off my chest
then found myself , on my knees cryin 2 god beggin for forgivness
needed god more then ever , finally i had some peace deep inside
church was where i went to forget about sin, drugz and homicide
but i still had problems at home, that was drivin myself to death
lik i was sucked in even when i got out,stuck in fates bad breath
now i gotta stick with god, hold his hand, make it through da mist
have 2 be careful bout what i do , i just cant get tricked by tricks
holdin my ma she cryin, though she hates me i tell her dont worrie
cryin alone in da rain no 1 but god....these are my war stories....


...........( crys himself to sleep , while his gurdian angel covers him with the blanket of peace.........)