how can a man escape from his past,
all the fucked up memories haunting hiss ass,
the vivid pictures are still in his head
how many he;s killed and how many dead
all-the people that he;s inflicted pain on
all the dirty--shit that ive done--
can i cleanse my soul from any of this man
wish i could some how,but i cant,not now,-

remanissing aint the good ole days to me,
but its my life,welcome to all the misery,
lost my share of people that i loved
straight tripping from all the sorrow of,
thats why,and where u gotta go,and where its at,
yo,you cant be slow and keep all your bussiness intact
its a fact--if u really be from my streets
and u would be rich,if u had a dime 4 every con u meet
so what u know carrying that 45 dont play,just show and blow
its not that easy to see,you gotta live,
cant just step up to it,wont show u no-give
its not a freind holding out its hand to grip
more like a obstacle standing right in front of ur shit
---- if u wanna survive thru the night ------
----so much more to this life----
---it aint right a struggle ,a fight----
---- so much more to this life of mine---


let me know what yall think
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Its Nice dawg , Deep ish , Nice concept , keep spitting

Tight shit on ya past and all. I like dat type of writin. Where u reflect all thats happened. Keep spittin. Get atcha dawg